When I woke up on that disastrous day, December 16, I should have stayed home. It was the coldest day we had had that I could remember, it was literally 30 below freezing, but somehow, they didn't call any snow days and to top it all off, it was snowing, like big time. With a sigh, I heaved myself up, out of my warm, cozy bed. I looked over at my alarm clock and saw 7: 55, FUCK! I only had 5 minutes to catch the bus. I quickly threw on my school uniform and thundered out of my house, coat billowing behind me, hat and mittens in hand.
BY the time I had reached my stop, the bus was turning onto the other road. I looked up at the sky, almost accusing a God that I didn't believe in, Could this day get any worse?, I thought to myself, little did I know that I was about to have the worst day of my entire life, so far.

As I began to trudge home, a sleek silver car pulled to a stop next to me. "Hey, you need a lift?" I turned my head to identify the person and my heart swooned (yes, it actually swooned) when I saw the Carson was the man behind the mystery voice.
You see, Carson is the boy that I am practically in love with and I have been since the day I had met him, all the way back in Grade 8 and 3 years later, I still feel the same way. Though I didn't even think that I existed, I don't even think I've ever spoken to him, pretty sad on my part actually.

I just bent down and looked at him through the window and nodded my head eagerly. He reached over and opened the door for me, as I climbed in I was hit with a wave of heat, until then I didn't realize how cold I really was. As he drove us to school, we sat in a comfortable silence. When we finally pulled into the school, I turned to him, still smiling, I probably looked creepy.

"Thanks so much for the ride, I think my parents would have killed me if they had found out that i missed the bus again." I added a small chuckle at the end.
"Hey, no problem, Holly, always willing to help a pretty girl." He then leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. Instantly my cheeks began to heat up and turn bright red. I couldn't help but bite my lip in glee. He knew my name, he called me pretty, AND he kissed my cheek. I slowly climbed my way out of the car and made my way to my locker.

The rest of the day seemed to pass in a daze, you see, nothing interesting happened to me because my best friend, Michelle, had stayed home because of the weather. It all passed by quickly, until half way through second period, History. Just as we were learning about to begin the new section of our books, World War 2, the power went out.
Now my schools kinda cheap, but they did seem to afford a generator, which I don't think we've ever used before, to power the PA system.

"Good Afternoon Falcons!" Boomed My, Conway, our principle. " Unfortunately, the storm has gotten much, much worse than it was predicted to be, so, we are cancelling the rest of the day, you are now free to go home. Your regular buses are already here, please proceed safely." As soon as he signed off, the classroom filled with happy chatter. Everyone rushed out of the classroom, eager to get home. I, however, took my time, I new I would miss my us, but I was hoping that maybe Carson would offer me a ride home...

Finally, as I left the school, with my bag slung over my shoulder, I walked out the front doors to be met with a white, deserted parking lot. Wow, gee, this is great. Now I get to walk home. An hour walk, in a blizzard! Yay!

I plugged my headphones into my ears and started to blare my music, that's where I went wrong I think... I didn't here a person stalk up behind me, until they tapped me on the shoulder. I whipped around and yanked out my headphones, peering up at this man that easily had a foot on me. He just smiled down at me calmly, and with lightening speed, slammed a dirty old rag over my mouth. I tried my hardest not to breathe, but eventually my body demanded it and I took an unwilling deep breath. Within seconds, whatever this rag was drenched in, knocked me out cold, my body slumping into the unknown man's arms.
I had always heard about girls getting kidnapped, but never once had there been a case in my little school town of Hammond, Ontario. And never, not in a million years, did I think it would happen to me! What did I know, apparently, I was just a girl with anxiety problems, panic attacks, and an eating disorder.

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