I was seventeen years old when something terrible and frightening happened to me. It was three days after Thanksgiving. The date was November 25, 2007, and my friends wanted to take me out for the evening. Their names were Luca Richards, Harriet Carrillo, and Kai O'Brien. We met during my freshman year at Blue River High School.

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It was August 11, 2004. My mother, Su Moore, dropped me off at the front of the high school. She kissed my forehead, and I hugged her tightly. Getting out of the car, I sat down on the second-to-last bottom step of the stairs leading up to the front doors. Suddenly, I saw a girl of about thirteen to fourteen years old (I learned later that she was fourteen, being born on October 2, 1990).

She had a fair skin tone, and she looked Asian. She has black eyes (which are just a very dark brown) and straight black hair. She was of medium height and wore a short denim skirt, black leggings, white Converse All Star sneakers, a plain white T-shirt, white ankle-high socks, and a pink scarf with purple flowers decorating the soft cotton. She smiled and clutched her seven notebooks close to her chest. She said, "I'm Harriet Carrillo" as she stuck her left hand out. I shook her hand with my right hand.

"I'm Michael Moore," I said, smiling. I have curly black hair that I comb back a lot. My brown eyes met her eyes, and a light sheen of sweat appeared on my fair skin tone as the Sun beat down on us. I was taller than Harriet by, about, one foot or two. I just wore a plain white T-shirt, light brown shorts, white socks with a gray heel and gray toes, and brown boots.

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Harriet and I became fast friends. We were both pretty intelligent, kind, and sweet. She had two other friends; their names were Kai O'Brien and Luca Richards. The three of us met during our second week of school. The date was August 18, 2004.

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Harriet and I were sitting at a table near the cafeteria doors when two guys of fourteen (the African American was born on April 14, 1990, and the Caucasian was born on June 16, 1990) walked over to the table and sat down. The African American was a foot taller than the Caucasian. Harriet smiled at them, and they smiled back. I looked at the two guys, and the African American looked safe. The Caucasian looked a bit . . . Scary to me.

The African American had black, curly hair and dark brown eyes. He had a dark skin tone, and he had a friendly smile. He shook my left hand with his right hand, introducing himself as Kai O'Brien. He was wearing a light green shirt, gray pants, white sneakers, and a pair of black socks. I smile at him, adjusting my glasses.

The Caucasian had a fair skin tone and green eyes with a hint of brown in the irises. He had curly, light-dark brown hair. His smile was kind, but there was a bit of danger in it. He shook my right hand with both his right and left hands. He held onto my hands for too long and kissed the back of my hand after he introduced himself as Luca Richards.

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I can't even talk about what happened that night. It was too terrible and too terrifying. All I can ask myself is why did I let this happen to me. Why did I let them take me to that bar? Why did this happen to me?

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