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all the way across the clearing when I first saw him. “What are you, sidekick?” I asked him. But with his hand clamped over my mouth, it sounded like, “ooo ooarh oo, aiiikk?” He laughed, his breath hot against my skin, “What?” Oh, so he has the nerve to ask me what I’m saying when he’s the one with his hand on my mouth? I don’t think I even want to know where that hand has been. I’ll show him what’s funny. And with that, I shot my leg up and kicked behind me with all my might, right where his sun don’t shine.
Huh, I actually hit my target; I usually have terrible aim. I would aim for a wastebasket or something, and I’d throw the object, and it would land 5 meters away. What’s up with that?
While he was doubled over in pain, I skipped up to him and kicked him again in the same spot. Ha! That teaches you to mess with me! “Douche bag.” I muttered under my breath. He fell to the ground, and I bent down near his face. “Next time, you’d think twice before touching me. Son!” I said. Then I ran back the way I came from, not caring about the noise I’m making and the scratches I’m getting, just trying to get to Mike. When I reached the meadow, Mike was still there, but this time he wasn’t alone. This night just keeps getting better and better. I thought sarcastically.

~ Biker Dudes ~

I climbed up the tree and looked down. Mike was being held by a biker dude with a bandana around his head, and boy, did he look buff- in a bad way, that is. He looked bored out of his mind too. It’s very typical for a biker dude. I hopped down from the branch and onto biker dude’s neck. OOOO THAT’S GOTTA HURT! I put my hand over his mouth and breathe in his ear, “Let him go, and I won’t snap your neck.” I’m bluffing, just to let yall know. I’m really weak. “And don’t even try to call your friends, cuz I swear, imma do the same to them.” I threatened. He shook his head and laughed, “You don’t mean that, you’re bluffing.”
“Ya sure bout that, biker dude? Can I call you biker dude? Sure I can. Anyways, are you really sure about this? Cuz you can always let him go…and your neck might not get snapped?” I finished weakly. Then, a guy walks up to us and widens his eyes. “Hey guys, look what we’ve got here!” the guy yelled. I was trying to get away, but biker dude had a death grip on my legs, so I was forced to sit there, on his shoulders.
Stupid, stupid biker dude! Why can’t he be piuny and weak? Aggghhhh! About two minutes later, some people came over and eyed me. “What chu lookin’ at? Son!” I yelled at them. I usually yell ‘son’ after every sentence I say when I’m mad. They kept on staring and I got pissed. “I SWEAR TO GOD, IF YOU KEEP STARING AT ME LIKE THAT, IMMA CUT CHU, SON!” I yelled. They winced and looked away. “Yeah, I thought so.” I said. One of the guys picked me off of biker dude’s shoulder. The guy that picked me up looked around his mid thirties; he too had a bandana around his forehead. He has jet black hair, and brown eyes. I’ll just call him biker dude number two. Biker dude number two slung me over his shoulders, causing me to bang my head on his back- what the hell? Does he think I’m a sack of potatoes or something? – And walked over to a Mexican dude who looked like their leader. “LET ME GO, YOU FART KNOCKER!!” I screamed while hitting biker dude number two’s back, which only caused him to grunt and keep walking. He came to a stop right in front of the Mexican guy. “¿Quiénes son y por qué son en nuestro territorio?
I cleared my throat, “Ahem, me no speak your language.” I said slowly, just in case he couldn’t understand me.
A guy next to me spoke up, “He says, ‘Who are you, and why are you in our territory?’” I turn to him. “HAALA! Finally, someone who I can understand!” I scream. He chuckled. “So, what’s your name?” I asked the guy who translated what the Mexican dude said to me. “Kirk.” He answered. He had boyish features, with straight, brown hair and he was about 5’3. His eyes are chocolate brown. “Hey Kirk! Nice to meet ya!” I said happily. “Now, would you mind, I don’t know, letting us go home?” I asked. “Ha! No.” Kirk replied. “Douche.” I muttered under my breath. Kirk chuckled and slung me over his shoulder. “Again with the slinging, I’m not a potato sack you know!” I yelled exasperated. They ignored me. Typical. Kirk kept on walking, and behind me, the dude I threatened, had also slung Mike over his shoulder. They’re a bunch of fags. While I was mentally cussing them out, I hadn’t notice that we were already next to a van. Eh, I thought biker dudes ride motorcycles. Whatever.

~ The Attempt Escape ~

They dumped Mike and I into the back of the van. Stupid morons! I had just realized that they were kidnapping us. I’m so stupid. I looked around and noticed that there weren’t any windows, and there was a bunch of trash in the back. It’s called cleaning up, yall should try it. I thought disgustingly in my head. Cartons of Chinese takeouts and chip bags were littered in the back. Some bags were open, and some weren’t. I spotted a huge bag of hot cheetos and immediately grabbed it as the van lurched to a start. “Mmmmm…” I moaned with a mouth full of chips. Meanwhile, Mike sat there, with a blank look on his face. Probably daydreaming about me, I smirked. “Hey Mike, EARTH TO MIKE!” I screamed, snapping my fingers in front of his face. He snapped out of his daydream and looked at me. “What?” he asked confused. He looks so adorable when he’s confused. I smiled and sat down next to him and handed him the bag of chips I was eating. “We have to find a way to get out of here.” I said. What are these people going to do to us? Why did they kidnap us in the first place? “Yeah.” Mike said. Great, leave it to me to ruin the moment. I looked down on my lap and saw the bag of hot cheetos. I grabbed a handful and tried- and failed- to stuff it all in my mouth. Since my mouth was too small, a bunch of chips landed on the floor. I stared at the poor chips that didn’t make it into my mouth. Mike laughed. I should’ve never taken that dare. How are we going to get out of this mess?
About and hour later, the van jerks to a stop. I was still debating whether or not I should pretend to go to the bathroom, - but then Mike wouldn’t be able to come with me, or else they’ll get suspicious if he did- or I could bust outta here with lightning fast ninja kicks and punches. Or I could go with my third option, find a way for Mike and I to escape, and run like hell.
The third option seems nice, so I went with that one. “Psst, Mike!!” I whispered/yelled at him as I tried to shake him awake. He moaned and turned away. Well, he leaves me no choice; I reached over and tickled him. His hand reached up and covered the spot where I tickled him, but his eyes remained shut. I’m practically an expert at waking boys up, because I live with a 13 year old brother, and Mike pretty much lives with me too. “Son, you best wake up!” I huffed. Fine then, time for plan B. I reached over and pinched him. He immediately sat up, now wide awake. I smirked. “What do you want?” he asked, his voice slurring. “We’re gonna find a way to get out of here, and then run like hell. Okay?” I asked. “Sounds like a plan.” he agreed. I bit a bottom lip, frowning. How are we going to get out of here?
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Dayyum! She looks hot when she bites her bottom lip. Then all of a sudden, she gets up and starts banging on the door. “What are you doing?” I asked, confused. “Duh, I’m trying to get us out of here!” she said, still hitting the van. She’s one weird girl. I went over and started hitting the door too. “Thanks Mike.” Kayla said. Hold on, I reached down and grabbed the handle and pulled, but the door wouldn’t move. Ugh! They must’ve locked the doors. “Ugh!” I grunted, as I slammed myself on the door. Kayla laughed, “Surfer Dude. That’s not gonna work.” God, I hate that nickname! Why? Why must she insist on calling me that? But hey, surfer dudes are known for their looks... Finally, after sitting in the dark trunk- or whatever you call this place- the dudes opened the door. “About time!” Kayla yelled. She tried to make a run for it, but a dude slung her over his shoulder and then she sighed in defeat. “Hey! Don’t treat her like that!” I yelled. The dude glanced at me and then I felt myself being lifted high up into the air. “Hey! That ain’t cool!” I yelled as I beat my fists against his back. The dude scoffed. Soon after, I grew tired of hitting him, so I stopped. “Forget you.” I grumbled. I looked up, and saw that Kayla was still beating the crap out of her dude, and yelling every curse word she knows. That’s my girl, I thought. The dude started to get annoyed, so he grabbed her by the legs, and turned her upside down. “DANG YOU, DANG YOU ALL!” she screamed, while trying to wiggle out of the dudes grip. “What do you want?” she asked through clenched teeth.
"Your blood.” the Mexican person said in a heavy Mexican accent. Kayla couldn’t say anything else, because her face was turning red from being upside down too long. Is he joking? Cuz I really hope he’s kidding. And human, not some blood sucking vampires. “Dude, let her down.” I commanded. The guy holding her snorted, “And why would I do that?”
“BECAUSE I’M TURNING GREEN OVER HERE, IN CASE YOU STUPID BABOONS DIDN’T NOTICE! Now if you don’t want me barfing on your shoes, then I suggest you PUT. ME. DOWN!” Kayla screeched. “Listen to her.” I warned.
The guy dropped her on the floor and stood over her, “If you even try to run, this gun” –he pulls his jacket over to the side to reveal a big and deadly looking gun- “will go next to your brain and the bullet will shoot straight through your head.”
Who are these people? A gang of serial killers?
Kayla suddenly screams, and I turn around in the guy’s arm. “My Converse has a fuckin’ hole in it!” she complains. “Take me to Wal-Mart and buy me a new one!” A few people groaned and said shut
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