True Friends: Kidnapped - Lulu Nighthaven & Breeana Willow Vala (ebooks online reader .TXT) 📗

Sincerely,
Raven Night


"Wow, now that is cool, Raven!" Mike said from behind her, reading the letter over her shoulder. "So you're gonna be bestest friends with her?" He said, sounding a little said about the idea of her having a new friend.
"I doubt it kiddo, we'll probably just be pen pals. You're my only friend, and I wouldn't have it any other way." She said truthfully, knowing that it would stay so for as long as they were both wanting it to stay as such.
For a week now Mike and Raven had stuck together, Raven turning out to be more of a bodyguard than a threat to little Mike. And for Raven, Mike had become more like little brother than a bother like she had expected. And without the help of the adults, they had become family.
“You promise?” Mike asked, remembering the last person who made him a promise had never kept it; but putting himself in the position for hoping anyway.
“I triple promise. You are my best friend Mike, and that’s how things will stay. Even if me and this Yasmin girl become friends, she’ll never be my best friend.”
Mike’s smile was answer enough for Raven.
“Ok, so can you teach the rest of the rules for soccer now?” He asked.
“Sure, if you want. We’ll start with the free kick. A free kick is a great scoring opportunity. It is often occurred when one of your opponents commits a foul on either you or one of your teammates, for example; pushing, tripping or missing a slide tackle. The referee may also reward your team with a free kick if one of your opponents touches the ball with his hands.” She explained, knowing she sounded boring and roboticy. “You know, there’s actually no better way to learn the rules than to play the game.”
“Really, you’ll play with me?” He asked, instantly excited over the fact.
“Sure, why not. Go put on some shoes and we can use the ball Dr. Franklin gave you for your birthday.”
“Ok!” He said, running off to his own room.
Mike has spirit, she thought, good for him, ‘cause he’ll need it in a life like this.
But then again, not everyone had her awful luck, she reminded herself, and Mike is a nice kid.
Walking to the end of her bed, she pulled out the duffel bag she hadn’t bothered to unpack. Taking out a pair of running shoes, she remembered the Calvino family.
They had been nice people, they had just started to worm their ways under her wall of solid no-emotion policy when their oldest son, a police detective, had busted a huge case, a massive drug operation. He came home to visit his parents, and his case followed him. The drug lord’s men blew up the Calvino’s house, with them in it.
After that, she hadn’t let anyone else in…, except for Mike. But she doubted little mike was the target of a drug lord.
She slipped her shoes on and went to meet Mike in the back yard of the building.


CHAPTER SIX

U.K., 8th June

“Hey Josh. What’s that?”
Josh, a boy who was four years younger than Yasmin waved a letter at her.
“You know that pen-pal thing your class is doing?”
“Yeah?” Yasmin nodded.
“Well, Miss Johnston asked me if I would write to this Mike kid, ‘cause he’s the same age as me and no-one in your class picked him.”
“Cool. Can I see it?”
“No! It’s private!”
Yasmin stuck her tongue out at Josh.
“Fine then! You don’t get to see the letter I wrote to my pen-pal!”
She didn’t really care if she saw Josh’s letter or not, she just felt like being childish. Josh picked up his lunch tray and walked off to sit with his friends. Tracy came over from the lunch queue with a pot of yogurt and an apple on her plate. Yasmin raised her eyebrows at her friend.
“That’s your lunch?”
“What?” Tracy said, sitting down. “The lunches here are crappy!”
“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean you have to starve yourself!”
Tracy grinned.
“I’m not planning on”, she said, pulling a packet of potato chips out of her bag.
Yasmin rolled her eyes at her and bit into her cheese salad sandwich.
“So”, she said after she had swallowed, “Have you got a letter back from your pen-pal yet?”
“Yep”, Tracy said, pushing a piece of paper over the table. “Miss Johnston gave me it this morning before Recess. You got yours yet?”
“Yeah, I got it after math.”
“Cool.”
Tracy finished off her potato chips and stood up.
“Got to go. Miss Johnston wanted to see me about the English homework.”
“You didn’t do it, did you?” Yasmin said knowingly.
“Nope.”
Yasmin grinned at her.
Tracy tossed something at her. She caught it and frowned.
“You don’t want this?”
“Na. I don’t like yogurt anyway. I just got it so that Mrs. Brown would give me the ‘dieting-is-bad-for-you’ lecture again.”
Tracy winked at her friend and ran out of the hall.
As soon as she had left, Yasmin opened her bag and dug out Raven’s letter. She smoothed the page out and read it again.

Dear Yasmin,
Yes, I have had my nose broken, a lot. It has been broken twice since my doctor updated my physical condition. I broke my nose the first time when I was four and got into a fight with one of the other foster kids. I had decided that I wanted to play with her toy but she did not want to share, so I took it. Next thing I know she is throwing toys at me. She decided toys were not enough and picked up a REAL hammer someone had left out! She threw it at the back of my head! Then I threw it at her and missed. She picked up the caboose of a toy train and threw it at my face. It broke my nose into four pieces! Why the heck didn't you just kick him again?! I would have, but then again I'm great at starting fights over nothing so you don't want my advice in that area. Yeah, it hurts the first few times. But after a few breaks you barely feel the bone breaking anymore. I would like to hear them, especially if there as funny as the one about the skateboard. Ok, can't wait.
Sincerely,
Raven Night

She smiled to herself. Man, this girl was tough. Someone had thrown a hammer at her head and she hadn’t even cried! She went into her bag again and brought out the letter she had written back to Raven.


Dear Raven

A hammer? Seriously?! Whoa, you’re tough! I would’ve been crying my eyes out! So, you wanted to hear more gory stories? Hmm… ok. This one’s quite good. When I was seven, I was going round to my friend Morgan’s house. She had been on vacation and I hadn’t seen her in a while, so I was dead excited to see her. I had jumped out of my mum’s car before she had even stopped it! I realized that I had left my bag in the car. The door was shutting really slowly, so I just leaned back in to get it. I must’ve banged the door or something, ‘cause my hand didn’t make it out of the car in time. My finger got jammed in the car door. It was AGONY. I was screaming my head off and crying like a maniac. Morgan and her mum came out of their house to see what was going on, as did most of the street. A few weeks later, I was at the local play park with my friend Haley and her brother Andrew. My nail was all horrible and bruised by now, but it didn't hurt anymore. There was a ball pit at the park, filled with colorful plastic balls. We went in there and started messing about, throwing balls at each other. Andrew threw one right at my face and I put my hand up to block it. Suddenly, all I could hear was Haley screaming.
"What's wrong?" I asked her.
"You’re… your nail! It's gone!"
I looked down and started screaming too. Sure enough, my nail had fallen clean off my hand.Its grown back now though, so don't worry. Here's the gross bit though. Andrew, Haley's little brother, found my nail and kept it! Eew!

Hope to hear from you soon!

From Yasmin Brooke xxx

Yasmin smiled and put the letter back in her bag. She finished off Tracy's yogurt picked up her tray. Carrying it over to the tray rack, she stopped at the table that Josh was now eating his food at.
"Hey, Josh. I've got to hand in my pen-pal letter to Miss Johnston just now. I could hand yours in too if you want."
"Um... okay", Josh replied.
He pulled his letter out of his pocket and gave it to Yasmin. Yasmin put her tray on the tray rack by the door and called back the Josh, "You can't stop me from reading it now!"

"Hey!" Josh cried out in protest, but Yasmin was already out the door.

She wasn't going to read the letter Josh wrote to this Mike guy. It wasn't her business. She