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“See you tomorrow class! - I expect you to all have read Chapter 20 by then”. We closed our books and rushed out the door. Finally! The day is over so me and my bestie headed home together. That evening Hope and I had a plan to go back to my house but first, we had to get our usual cappuccino at our favorite local coffee shop. This was always one of my favorite activities as it always made me feel like a normal teenager. You see, my parents were super strict and really didn’t like me going anywhere alone. They always had their eyes on me but this particular day, they trusted me on my own. While waiting in line I noticed a strange man standing awfully close behind us. He remained too close for comfort and kept staring in a very strange way. I chose to ignore it as I thought it might just be a homeless person, and shrugged it off. The lady at the till greeted us nicely, had small talk with us and so we went on with our business before grabbing our drinks and heading out the door. Hope had already began talking about something else, paying no attention to what just happened but I was still baffled. Suddenly, we hear: “Hey girls! Your keys!” the man screamed from behind. I turned around to see that the creep was holding my keys (3). “Be right back” I muttered before running over to him . “Thank you, sir” I said hesitantly with a fake smile on my face . “You can call me James” I didn’t understand why he gave me his name... Just as I turned around to walk away, a hand snatched my wrist with such forceand the other wrapped around my mouth. I could smell the stench of cigars from his hands as they pressed painfully deep into my face. At that moment, I truly felt like this was my last day. I could only think of god to make this not real, to please spare me. “Do not move or else you will not see your friend live” he said to Hope who had now run over. I was horrified looking into his soulless eyes. “Get in my car. NOW. Both of you.” he said, commanding us with such force. We were so scared so we obliged. “Don’t worry maybe I won’t end you but instead keep you”. He began rambling about random stuff as he drove, speaking to us as if he had known us his whole life. He clearly couldn’t drive properly and his eyes were never concentrating on the road or things around him. I didn’t say anything and just held Hope’s hand, trying not to burst into tears. Suddenly he received a phone call from someone that seemed to be his wife, calling her “honey” and other sweet words. Once he was done he sat back in the car and pointed a weapon at our faces “Give me your phones!” he yelled. A sinking feeling in my gut grew strong as I tried not to panic. Now we had to give it up or else we would end up goners. I gave him ... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=phVHk4g0kXk