After a few hours of solid driving, we made it to the New York-New Jersey border. A green car pulled over in front of us, and my dad followed.

"Dad, what are you doing?" I asked as he cut the engine and opened his door. He didn't respond, but got out.

The driver of the green car got out, opened the trunk and grabbed a black leather suitcase. Both men gathered around the suitcase,blocking my view. I tried to memorize the suspicious man's face, but it was hidden by a hood. All of a sudden my dad laughed, grabbed the suitcase and walked back to our beat up jeep.

"What's in there dad?" I asked. In response, he set the case down on the center counsel and opened it. Inside was thousands of dollars in cash. 

"Get out," he said to me, "of the car Kat." He used his nickname for me so casually, he might have asked if I wanted something to eat.

"What?!" I asked.

He shoved me out of the car and turned the key in the ignition in one swift move. By the time I stood up, my father had already merged into traffic going 60 miles per hour. The only people who saw what happened were in the green car.

Maybe I should have listened to that voice telling me to stay in bed today.

Then again, it's not everyday that you get kidnapped by suspicious people in a lime green automobile.

The driver walked over to me, reaching out a hand which I slapped away. 3 more people got out of the car, all dressed in hoods. There is no way that I can beat these people. 4 seemingly grown people against a 14 year old girl seems like a totally unfair situation. These people are dangerous. They paid my father thousands in cash for me. They likely even caused my mom to 'skip town'. And what's worse, now, they are coming for me.

A piercing scream echoes through the air. Cars whiz by at top speeds, no slowing down. I'm surrounded by 4 people, one on each side. I swallow hard. An opening forms towards the traffic, I run in that direction. I somehow make it through the ring, but if I stop now I'll fall. If I keep running then I'll get hit by a car. I feel as if I'm outside watching this happen, I run straight into the road, cars swerving to avoid me. Something hits my leg, my glasses slide forwards, nearly falling off my face. A blue punch bug stops me in my tracks. A scream, brakes crash onto the pavement. Metal runs full on into me, knocking the breath out of my lungs despite the car only touching me legs and outstretched arms.

Somehow the car stops. In fact, all the cars freeze. The rain, which had just started stopped falling, the droplets forming sweet spheres reflecting the dangerous situation in a millions of tiny watercolor paintings. The figures in cloaks move towards me, gliding over the wet pavement, the puddles not even rippling.

"Kathleen Ellen Fisk, you are coming with us." The driver said. He grabbed my wrists, and I tried to wring them away, but I couldn't move. He wrenched me towards him, causing me to trip. I was as frozen as the tiny drops, the cars, the wind, time. All of a sudden my view collapsed, slowly folding in upon itself. Small circles formed, bouncing across my eyes, making my vision worse. I squinted, hoping to see better, but all I saw was black, many, many shades of black.