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Joey’s accusation’s, which were more like compliments, Raven smiled.


Chapter 10


"BRIIIIIIIIIING!!!"
Everyone in Yasmin's class jumped up and ran for the door. Everyone except Yasmin.
Miss Johnston looked up from her desk and frowned.
"Yasmin, are you okay?"
Yasmin glanced up and realized that the classroom was empty. She blinked. She had been so wrapped up in her own thoughts that she hadn’t heard the bell ring.
"Oh yeah. Sorry Miss; I didn't hear the bell.”
While Yasmin started to pack up her things, Miss Johnston stood up and walked round to the other side of her desk.
"Yasmin? Is there something you want to talk about?"
Yasmin stopped packing for a second. Should she tell her about the creepy man? He was still following her, and he had managed to get into the building again a few times. Then she shook her head.
"No thank you Miss. I'm fine. I'll see you on Monday."
Miss Johnston frowned again, but nodded and let it go.
"Okay, have a good weekend."
Yasmin picked up her bag and headed for the door.
"Oh, and Yasmin?" Miss Johnston called when she was half-way out the door.
Yasmin sighed under her breath and turned around.
"Yep?"
Then Miss Johnston grinned.
"Make sure that Tracy gets this." She said handing her a piece of paper.
Yasmin smiled and took the paper.
"Sure Miss. No problem."


"What!? Detention? What did I do?" Tracy complained when she looked at the paper.
"Tracy, you haven't handed in your math homework in two weeks."
"So? That doesn't mean that I haven't done it!"
"You haven't Trace. I do your homework for you and you're meant to hand it in!"
Tracy stared at Yasmin.
"Calm down Yas, don’t get you knickers in a twist!"
Yasmin smiled.
"Sorry Trace. I guess I've just got a lot on my mind.”
Tracy sat down on a bench and patted the space next to her. Yasmin joined her.
"Want to talk about it?"
Yasmin looked up at her. She had taken Raven's advice and had walked home with a friend every day. Tracy was staying with her Aunt for a few days. She lived in the same building as Yasmin, so she was walking home with her today. The man was still there, but he stayed at bay if she was with someone else.
Tracy gripped Yasmin's hand.
"Is it about… you know… him?"
Yasmin shot a worried glance at the friend. Could she have noticed the man?
"Err, who?" She asked, pretending to be clueless.
Tracy rolled her eyes.
"That guy Colin who's been eying you up for the past week!"
Yasmin let out a small laugh. Trust Tracy to think she was worried about a boy.
"No, it's not Colin. It's… it's a family thing."
"Oh right. Well, I'm here if you ever want to talk about it", Tracy said, standing up.
Yasmin grinned. Tracy held her arm out. Yasmin took it and hauled herself up.
"Thanks Trace", she smiled.
Tracy winked at her, and they carried on walking, talking about boys, clothes and wither or not Tracy should bother going to detention.
"So, I'll see you on Sunday?"
The two girls were standing outside Tracy's Aunt's flat. It was on the fifth floor. Yasmin had breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that the creepy man wasn't there.
"Yeah, Can't wait. See you!" Yasmin called, heading back to the lift.
The girls were planning on going into the centre of Glasgow with some other girls in the class. They usually did this about once a month. Yasmin didn't usually buy anything, but she enjoyed going and gossiping about boys and teachers.
As Yasmin pressed the 'Floor 9' button in the lift, she suddenly got this sickening felling in the pit of her stomach. She clutched railings in the lift. She only got this feeling when something bad was about to happen. She had got this feeling two minutes before Granny Betty was on the phone, crying that Grandpa Harry had died, and also the day that her old best friend Cathy had found out that she was moving to England.
As the lift doors opened, Yasmin felt like she was about to be sick. She had never felt this ill in her life.
'I'll just get in and lie down', she thought to herself. 'I'm probably just tired.'
But deep down, she knew that something bad was going to happen. She didn't know what, but she knew something wasn't right.
Her hand shook and she pulled the key out of her pocket, put it in the lock, and turned it. She opened the door and, without switching the lights on, immediately closed it and locked it behind her.
She heard a creek behind her.
She whirled around and, feeling her heart race, switched on the lights.
"Hello Yasmin."
Suddenly there was something covering her head. She heard someone scream and, just as she realized that it was herself, she felt a sharp pain on her head, then fell into nothingness.


A few hours later, Ms Brooke walked into her flat. She had been surprised to find that the door had been locked; usually her daughter, Yasmin, would have left it open. The lights were off too. This was odd. She switched them on.
Looking around she realized that something was wrong. There was no sign that Yasmin had flopped down on the sofa like she usually did, or of her opening a packet of potato chips and spreading crumbs everywhere.
"Yasmin?" she called.
No answer.
She checked her phone, in case Yasmin had sent her a text saying that she was staying a Tracy's house, or if she had to stay at school. There was nothing there.
For the next ten minutes, Ms Brooke was running about the flat, calling her daughter's name over and over. Finally, she came to a horrifying conclusion and did the only thing that she could do. Picking up the phone, she called 999.
"Police please. My daughter's been kidnapped."


CHAPTER 11


“Mom, really, I told you, we’re fine.” Joey said into his silver cell phone as him and Raven walked home from school. “Yes, she’s right here…Ok, yeah…Ok, here she is.”
“Mom wants to talk to you.” He said, trying to hide a smile.
Raven took the phone and put it to her ear, she was automatically assaulted by a string of questions wanting to know if she was ok.
“Mom, I’m fine, I promise. We’re on our way home now.”
“Ok, but you two had better not be long. Oh, you have another letter from your friend, Yasmin. But I think it is from someone else, the penmanship is different. I only read the address though, I promise.
“Ok, thanks. I’ll check it out as soon as we get home. Is Mikey back from school yet?”
“Yes, and he’s waiting for you on the front porch steps. I’m in the swing, so as soon as you get here you three need to go inside. I have to go to the grocery store so you kids will be on your own for about twenty minutes. You know the rules.”
“Yes, Ma’am. We’re coming around the corner now, I gotta go. Bye.”
“Bye.”
Raven flipped the phone shut with a sigh. Ever since the accident Becky had been driving them to school, calling them while they walked home, and not letting them out of the house past eight.
“Do you think she will every let us be independent again?” Raven asked as they dodged a little kid on his scooter.
“Mom? Never. Once she gets an idea in her head she doesn’t let it go very easily.” Joey said, grinning at Raven.
“Well, Mom said she has to go to the grocery store. What do you want to do while she’s gone?”
“Hmmm…I don’t know. We finally got to do our race. I can’t believe we missed the real race because of that stupid killer.” Joey said, frowning. “We could have won that night if we hadn’t run into him.”
“Not could have, would have.” Raven grumbled. Ever since running into him they had missed the annual, five year race. Every five years the kids at school would gather in their grades and split into groups of two. The groups would have all kinds of competitions and games.
The tradition had gotten started by their parents when they went to school. The tradition had survived.
As Joey and Raven turned to walk up the drive way of the big Victorian house that Joey’s mom had inherited five years ago, Mikey came running down the drive and ran into them.
After hugging them both and climbing onto Joey and Raven’s shoulders Mikey started telling them all about his day as they walked up the front steps.
“And we made turkey paintings using our hands, then we sang some songs, and Bessie Conner had to sit in the corner again, she was throwing a temper tantrum. I was good, and I ate a whole peanut butter sandwich again today!”
“Mikey, maybe you should get down; I don’t want anyone getting hurt.” Joey and Raven turned around to see Becky sitting on the swing with a stack of mail neatly lying on her lap.
“Hi, Mom.” Joey and Raven said in unison, grinning at her.
“Hi, kids. Raven, here’s your letter. And Joey, you have another letter from that absurd father of yours, you want me to throw this one away too?”
“Yeah, it’s not like I’m gonna read it anyway. I wish he would stop writing me, I never answer them when I do read them anyway.” Joey said, frowning again.
Joey’s dad had run out on him and his mom when Joey was only three years old. For the past five years Joey’s dad had been writing him letters that he only threw away.
“Ok, you kids go on inside, remember the rules. Lock all the doors and windows, stay inside, and don’t answer the phone.” Becky said, standing up and picking up her purse.
“Yes, Ma’am.” All three kids said as they walked into the house. They all knew the rules and thought they were silly but followed
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