I have had this draft for awhile and just wanted to see how you guys would like this story, so here you go!
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Allie Tyson was a 14 year old girl with dazzling blue eyes, shoulder length, wavy chestnut hair, and soft, caramel colored skin, who lived in Mills Creek, Pennsylvania.

It was 2:53 PM on a slightly cloudy Monday. Allie had just gotten off the school bus and started the long trek to her home. To get home from her bus stop, Allie had to walk a mile and a half up a steep, gravel road that twists and turns. The road led her up a mountainside to her rural house in the mountains woods. Even though her house was a decent distance from civilization, it wasn't in the middle of nowhere.
Her nearest neighbor was a thirty minute walk away, twenty if you sprint. She didn't really mind though because her neighbors were very unsettling people. She didn't know why she thought they were so weird, they were just those kind of people.

Allie, like usual, was lost in thought as she trudged up the mountain, her legs taking her home out of habit. She wasn't thinking about her clothes or which boy was the cutest in her school like you would imagine. People always think that the prettiest girls in school, like Allie, are always the most popular and snarky, but that is not the case for her. She is one of the outcasts. Allie has never liked all the attention and drama you get being popular. She has always tried to distance herself from that. She liked having four or five good friends, not fifty jerks that claim to be your friend. She was thinking about Marvel superhero's. Her and her friend, Joey, had been talking about who had the most tragic backstory out of all the Marvel hero's. She personally thought it was Peter Parker, but Joey thought it was Natasha Romanoff. She was mentally arguing with herself trying to prove that Peter's was more tragic. She, of course, was winning.

After what seemed like no time at all, Allie finally reached her house. She walked up her driveway and onto her porch. She shrugged her backpack off of her left shoulder so that she would have access to the pockets on the front. Then she unzipped the top pocket and fished out her key. She unlocked her door and entered, locking the door behind her. She unconsciously knelt down on the ground to put her key back and stood back up placing the backpack on its hook out of habit. She frowned and looked around. Her dog, Tigger, didn't greet her when she entered. She shrugged it off thinking he went outside through the doggy door or was passed out on a bed somewhere and headed towards her kitchen. Her kitchen was a decent sized one. It wasn't big, nor small. You could fit six grown men abreast from one counter to the other.  There was a lot of counter space, and everything else a kitchen had. She walked over to her two doored, stainless steel fridge and opened it up. After a few minutes, she decided that there was nothing in there to eat. She looked to her right and spotted a banana. She shrugged and picked it up. She peeled it like a monkey would and took a bite. Her face scrunched up in distaste and she stuck her tongue out after swallowing it. "Too ripe." She muttered to herself as she threw away the bright green banana. Allie clicked her tongue as she continued hunting for something to eat. After finding nothing to eat in her kitchen full of food, Allie decided to look out back for her dog.

She walked through the mud room at the back of the house by her kitchen and peered out of the window looking for any sign of Tigger. Finding none, she turned around. A startled gasp left her lips as she stood face to chest with a big, muscular man. She tried to scream, but one of his big, muscular hands covered her mouth and nose, while the other pushed her up against the wall to her right, right next to the backdoor. Allie couldn't hold her breath for very long and was starting to get dizzy from the lack of oxygen. She smacked, kicked, and scratched the man in the hopes of getting free, but her struggling was useless. It just used up the rest of her air. Tears were flowing freely down her face as the world around her went black.
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Soooo, tell me what you guys think. Should I continue this story or should I not continue this story. O-o