The Hunt (Chapter 1)

Chapter I

She was asleep in her bed, but she was a very light sleeper. So when she heard the ‘click’ of the gun being pointed at her in sleep she woke. At that moment all she saw was the dark silhouette of a man.
Quick as a flash she turned on her bedside lamp to see the gun at her face.
“Dress.” He commanded her. Roxy was in no mood, or position at that matter, to argue.
She threw on the nearest pile of clothes she could find, a pair of black sparkly pants, a pink blouse with arm warmers, and a hair tie.
The man waited patently for her to dress, his foot hanging out the window.
When she was done he grabbed her by the arm, and pulled her toward him, and began to drag her out the window and onto the latter he’d placed there.
Hanging halfway out of a window and struggling to get your footing a latter as Roxy was you’d think there wasn’t time for anything else, but there was for Roxy, quickly she grabbed her cell phone.
The latter was an old fashion one. You know the kind that’s plain wood and leans up against things. They aren’t very stable, and this one was just as wobbly as rubber, and it took her a moment to gather up her courage and go down it. That moment was a very short one too.
Once they were both on the ground the kidnapper tied a rope around her arm, and pulled her forward.
Quietly under the cover of darkness she slipped the cell into her back pocket.

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I knocked my alarm clock.
“I’m up, I’m up.” I mumbled.
My alarm must have been the most annoying thing ever. It sounds like a bomb’s about to go off. It’s like, Beep… beep… beep.. beep, beep, beep, beep beepbeepbeepbeepbeepbeepbeepbeepbeepbeepbeepbeepbeepbeepbeepbeepbeepbeepbeepbeepbeepbeepbeepbeepbeepbeeepbeepbeepbeepbeep! All mashed together. Then after that one ends, oh no! Two seconds later here comes another round.
I don’t normally wish for anything on my birthday, just whatever comes, but this time the only thing that was on my list, was an alarm clock that doesn’t go beep.
I looked out my window. Bright sunshine, blue sky, no clouds. Perfect day.
I’d already been dressed for the past hour. I always get up for school earlier than I need to. I looked up to the globe on my desk. The globe was filled with red, blue, and green tacks.
My dad is an archeologist and travels all over the world. I never see him that often. Right now he’s in Egypt, I think. He’ll normally tell me when he go’s somewhere else by sending me a souvenir having to do where he went last. He sent me something from Egypt and a note saying that the dig was a failure. Lot’s of his digs are. ‘There aren’t that many lost cities and kings to look for anymore’, he says. Oh well I don’t plan to take up his career.
There was a knock on the front door.
“Alaska!” my mom yelled, “Organ’s here!”
Yeah, he and Roxy normally come pick me up before we go to the bus stop. We didn’t hear about Roxy until later that day, so don’t think we didn’t care about it.
“Kay!”
I ran downstairs to join him. “Where’s Roxy?” I asked when I got outside.
“Dunno.” He answered, “I went to her house but she wasn’t there and no one answered. Guess she went somewhere.”
I shrugged.