My Story...

I think I promised to let you see my story that I was writing in English Class... I'll only do three paragraphs so I don't bore you... If I'm not just tell me and I'll give you the rest...

I thought I was prepared for anything. Anything Life would throw at me. I soon found out that I was wrong. I couldn’t handle much of anything. My entire world would change. Life has finally caught up to me. It all started exactly one year ago. On the eve of her Wedding, my sister, was kidnapped.



It all happened so fast. She was sitting in the kitchen with my mom and I, making party favors. She’d gone outside to get another box of favors and a man jumped out of the shadows and grabbed her. My mom had started running and shouting as the man had dragged my sister into a car. I’d ran to the phone dialing as fast as I’d ever dialed before. My mom sank to her knees as the car drove off. I had started crying by that point, because my sister was gone, and I hated to see my mother that way.


10 minutes later, a cop had arrived and started asking questions. He’d asked if the kidnapper was an adult male, about 6ft. I’d told him that I hadn’t gotten a good look, but that it sounded about right. My dad wasn’t answering his cell or work phone so my mother and I were all alone in our misery. After a few more questions the cop called someone on his radio.  I’d been in a daze, trying to remember exactly what had happen. I’d suddenly remembered that Mike, my sister’s fiancé, was going to tell her something important. But, I wondered, is it important enough to kidnap her?
 
Anybody like that? It's okay if you don't I'd understand... Although I'd ask you to give it a chance... It's only the first three chapters...