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”I can’t wait for class to be over.” Missy whispered to Holly.
Holly nodded, “Yeah, me niether.”
Band class was Missys least favorite, because she thought she was a horrible trumpet player. She was pretty bad, but not the worst trumpet player in the band, that was Cassie. Holly was really good at playing her trumpet, but she still disliked band, and their teacher, Mr. Bombart. He needed everything to sound ”Poifect” as Mr. Bombart said, in his french accent.
Missy was jerked from her thoughts as Mr. Cottan, the principal, walked into the room. Everyone quieted down as Mr. Cottan stood up on Mr. Bombarts platform to talk.
”Everyone, I need to ask you a question and I will need an honest answer.” He didn’t sound happy at all, he actually sounded quite annoyed or irritated. “If any one of you is a Christian, please stand up.” Mr. Cottan sounded disgusted when he said this.
Missy stood up right away, without even thinking about it. Looking around, she noticed that only she and her friend, Carter, whom she had grown up with, had stood up.
The principal looked suprised that anyone had stood up.
”Okay,” He started. “Both of you, put away your things and come with me.”
Missy and Carter quickly put their instruments and music folder in their band locker, before following Mr. Cottan out of the band room. They followed him all the way outside and toward a truck with a closed trailer behind it.
”I have two for you.” Their prinicipal said to a man that had walked out from behind the trailer. He was a soldier, Missy noticed. Looking at Carter, she could tell he had noticed, too, by the startled look on his face.
The soldier simply nodded and grabbed our arms, pulling us toward the trailer. Missy looked at the back of Mr. Cottan, who had headed back to the school without so much as a good-bye.
Opening the trailer doors to find a few kids their age inside, the soldier pushed them into it and closed the door, leaving them in complete darkness.
”Carter?” Missy whispered.
”Yeah?” Carter whispered back hoarsly.
”What the heck is happening?” She asked, crawling toward his voice. Finding his arm, she pulled him toward the side wall.
”No idea.” He grabbed her hand once they were leaning against the wall. They heard a truck start, and felt the trailer start moving.
Squeezing his hand, she looked around. “Who else is in here?” She said a little louder.
Missy saw someone crawling toward them, a boy with brown hair.
”I’m Sam.” He said, sitting beside her.
”I’m Missy,” Then, gesturing toward Carter. “and this is my friend, Carter.” Looking at Sam, “You wouldn’t happen to know where they’re taking us, would you?”
He shrugged. “Sorry, no.” Then gesturing to the other kids around them, “All I know is, that they’re going around to different schools and taking all the christians.”
”But, why?” Carter said softly.
”They don’t like us that’s why.” Said a girls voice from across the trailer. “Either they don’t believe what we do, and are tired of hearing about it. Or, they know that we know the truth and they’re just too scared to admit it.”
”Or, they’re trying to prove that they can beat God.” Sam said, then grinning, ‘Which is impossible to prove.”
”Yeah.” Said the girl. Crawling toward the new-comers, the girl had bright red hair and freckles, “I’m Rasondra, but you can call me Razz.”
”Razz.” Missy whispered the odd name.
”She hates her real name, so she made that one up.” Said another girls voice, this one a little higher, prettier, almost like singing. “I’m Isabella, but I’d rather you call me Bella.” Bella had brown wavy hair that went about two inches below her shoulder, which Missy could see now that the girl was sitting cross-legged in front of her.
A couple hours later, the trailer door opened, blinding them with the light that shined in.
”OUT!” shouted a soldier. The five teenagers climbed out to find themselves in the middle of a feild.
”Wh..where are we?” Missy said softly. She sounded terrified, so Carter squeezed her hand, which he was still holding.
”You think their going to just leave us out here?” She whispered to Sam.
Sam just shrugged.
They stood there for about 5 minutes before they heard something in the air. Looking up, they all saw a helicopter, getting louder as it got closer. When it landed in front of them, blowing dirt on them, the soldiers pushed them toward it. Forcing them into the helicopter and shutting the door behind the teens, the soldiers ran back to their truck and drove away as the helicopter flew away.
Missy looked around at all the buttons and equipment inside the helicopter. She had never been in one before, but she had always wanted to ride in a helicopter. Not in this situation, though.
Sam noticed how scared she looked and slipped his arm around her shoulders. She gave him a grateful look.
Razz was looking out the window excitedly, while Bella had her eyes closed and her hands held tightly into fists. Carter was watching the pilot, looking very interested in what he was doing. Sam looked perfectly normal, like he did this everyday.
About 2 hours later, they landed in the middle of another feild. A few soldiers pulled them off of the helicopter and toward a truck with a trailer hooked to it. This trailer was bigger than the first one.
When the soldiers opened the trailer door and shoved them in, they noticed that there were allready 5 kids inside.
After the door closed, they were bombarded with questions. “Who’re you?” “Where’re you from?” “Did they kidnap you, too?”
Sam told them to ask one question at a time. “I am Sam, and these are my friends, Razz, Bella, Missy and Carter.” He pointed to each of us as he said our names. “We’re from Michigan.”
A boy with blonde hair said, “I’m Billy and these are my friends, Carla, Molly, Jasper and Charlie.” Carla had strawberry blonde hair that fell just below her shoulders in a pony tail and she looked irritated, while Molly was smiling sweetly, with short cropped, dark brown hair. They were both quite pretty, Missy thought. Jasper had light brown hair, with blond highlights streaking through it, he grinned at Missy. Missy smiled, a little more comforable among these nice people. Charlie, with dark red hair gathered in a pony tail at the back of his head, completely ignored them.
”Are you christians, also?” Asked Molly.
”Oh, yeah.” Missy grinned. “Where are you guys from?”
”We’re from Pennsylvania.” Molly answered. “So what religion are you-?” Billy interupted her.
”You said you’re from Michigan, right?” He asked.
”Yeah.” Sam answered.
”I wonder if they are capturing christian teens from all the states.” Billy said.
”What religion are you?” Molly asked again.
”Baptist, you?” Missy replied.
”We are-” She started, but Billy interupted again.
”Bapstist, also.” He smiled at Missy, but she noticed that Molly looked annoyed.
Missy just nodded.
