My knees buckled, and I fell to the floor. Blood ran down my face, my heart was beating faster than it ever had in my life. I saw my life flashing before my eyes I wondered why I was here, and looked back to wear this all began.

"Ora! Get up!" An elderly woman screamed into my room.

I rolled over, moaning about five more minuets.

"Now!" The woman roared, and rushed down the stairs.

I got up, muttering about the evil people that made me get up so early. Nothing ever happened in the morning, so why wake up?

I stumbled to the bathroom and started brushing my teeth with my eyes closed. Life sucks.

Oh did it ever.

"Ora!" The women called from downstairs.

"Coming!" I yelled toothpaste still in my mouth. I spat and started my daily routine.

Pluck Eyebrows

Use Eyebrow Pencil

Shave Arm Pits

Put on Deodorant

Skin Care

Brush Hair

Put Hair in Ponytail

Apply Eye Liner

Apply Lip Gloss


I rushed down the stairs only to remember I was still in my PJ's.

I grabbed a plain black shirt, cream skirt, and silver earrings. I finished off the looked with a silver necklace graced by a simple silver ball. It was one of my favorites.

"Ora! Come!" yelled the women one last time. I raced down the stairs, and out the door.

Who needs breakfast anyway?

I saw my bus shoot by.

For the third time in a row I had missed the bus.

"Nana?" I yelled walking back into the house.

"Don't tell me you missed the bus?" the old lady sighed.

"Yeah." I replied sitting down sitting down next to her.

"Might as well eat if I'm driving you to work." The old lady told me, her eyes sad. She hated driving and would only drive when absolutely necessary.

"Ora, what am I going to do with you?" Nana asked while watching me eat.

"Give me a ride." I instructed between bites of Great Grains.

"Oh darling." Nana sighed, and put her head in her hands.

"It's alright Nana. In a few weeks I'm taking my driving test again and then you won't have to do anything with me." I exclaimed while putting back my bowl.

"Lets move out!" I yelled wishing Nana would move.

"Please com down! Now I've got a headache!" Nana moaned back, getting up never the less.

I sat in the front seat of the car digging threw my stuff, trying to find my Ipod.

"Traffics bad," I told Nana when I couldn't find it.

"Yeah," she said a little pale.

We sat there for at lest five minutes, staring at the car in front of us.

I heard a bang and sat up. Was that a gun shot? I thought, glancing out the window.

Before I knew it there was eight men walking up to cars, looking at the people inside.

Slowly one made his way at me, and my heart started racing.

"You! Come with me!" He barked, pointing at me.

I got out of the car, wishing I had made the bus more than ever.

"Got one, now lets move!" yelled the man who had come to my car.

I looked around in horror as I saw I was the only one.

"Have friends?" The man asked, and I nodded.

"Rephrase, have friends that will come looking for you if you were gone?"

I shook my head, knowing none of them would.


"Grandma." I told him.

"Boyfriend?" He asked

"Some ex's."

"Good come with me."

I knew THAT wasn't an option.

I ran. I wasn't going without a fight.

I felt a man tackle me to the ground, and I inhaled sharply.

"How old are you?" the man asked.

"20 and loving it!" I screamed tears starting to build up.

"Stop yelling and fighting!" the man yelled back.

I rolled over, launching to the ground next to me. I started getting up, but he grabbed my shoulder and forced me down.

I looked up at him and noticed he couldn't be much older than me.

"Stop." He whispered in my ear. It was gentle and kind, the way he said it, and it made me want to stop more than anything.

"Get me the rag, someone!" barked the man, looking over his shoulder to glare at the men with him.

"This will make it easier." He whispered and pressed the rag to my nose.

For a second I smelt a terrible smell, and then I was out like a light.

I woke up in the back seat of a car. The man I had talked to earlier was cradling me in his arms.

There was nothing I could do. I had been bound and gagged. I wiggled the best I could but the man held me tight. I started chewing on my gag, but he paid no mind.

Finally he looked down. He saw the fear in my eyes and un gagged me.

"Who are you?" I spat.


"What do you want with me?" I asked. All the men in the car started laughing.

"A good time!" The driver replied, make there intentions all to clear.

"What's your name lil' missy?" asked the man next to my captor.

"Ora," I spat, glaring daggers.

They laughed at my anger, and slid the gag back into my mouth.

After a while they all got of the car. Apparently they were holding up a gas station.

When they went in I struggled at my bonds. They turned out to be not that tight and I was soon free.

I jumped out of the car and started running. Little did I know one of the men had stayed near the, car.

He kicked my legs, and I could feel my knee caps sliding.

Quickly I grabbed him in what I knew to be an arm breaking lock.

He yowled with pain, and I ran. I saw a wood near by, and ran to it. I knew I knew my poor knees needed break after that kick, but I kept running.

I went deep into the woods.

My knees buckled, and I fell to the floor. Blood ran down my face, my heart was beating faster than it ever had in my life

I wondered about the blood on my face, until I remembered how I was tackled.

I shuttered.

I heard voices and started to get up. There was no way I was getting caught.

As I did, I felt something grab me. I tried to scream, but a hand was placed over my mouth.

"I won't hurt you, and I won't let them hurt you. I'm under cover with CIA," a male voice muttered into my ear.

Slowly he pulled his hand away, wary. I saw he was my captor Tom.

I started to scream, but he quickly out his hand back.

"I have to get one more file, and then we're bringing them down. FBI's been after them forever. Recently they stole a CIA file, so we got involved." He whispered.

He moved his hand slowly.

"How do you know the FBI's been looking for them? I thought you people worked separately."

"We do, but this isn't a little case. We think all together theirs about two hundred twenty members in this gang," explained Tom.

"What?" I asked, not understanding.

"There the kind of people that would be on America's most wanted. We knew FBI wanted them, but nothing of what they knew about them." Tom told me.

I was surprised at how patient he was being. Mostly because we had so little time until one of the other men would probably find us.

"So your getting info on them, because the CIA doesn't have any, and info would help you bring them down?" I said, questing for confirmation.

"Basically. CIA's official name for them is BRIE. Don't ask me what it means. I just call them AVOR," Tom whispered, as men's voices started coming from a distance.

I raised an eyebrow.

"America's Very Own Retards." Muttered Tom.

"How mature. Anyways, why should I trust you?" I said so quietly I come barley hear myself.

"Because you have no choice," Tom whispered, and winked.

"She's over hear!" Tom yelled.

I heard some rustlings and a few men jumped out from the bushes.