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I am going to set up a page like Caroline's where you can choose which story you want to read instead of scrolling down but since I only have one story at the moment, I'll just leave it like this. Please leave your feedback in the shoutbox.
..and now, the story
Sun shone in Rayel’s eyes, but she didn’t mind, this was the happiest day of her life. She was on a picnic. Her whole family surrounded her, laughing and playing in the vibrant green fields of her grandfather’s farm. “Rayel,” her mother’s voice rang out “ Would you like some more potatoes?” Heartily she reached for some more potatoes, feeling that she had never been so stuffed in her life, so happy, so free. From across the field her grandfather came and grabbed her hand, together they started to run through the tall grass. Wait. Her grandfather, run??
The car jolted as it hit a pothole, Rayel’s eyes flitted open and she unstuck her face from the window. It had been a dream… all a dream. Heavy rain hit the windows as she took in the new landscape. The sky had darkened and was now a charred black, not a star shone. It had been six days since the capture. Six days since the summer camp, which Rayel had not wanted to go to, had been invaded. She would give anything to be back there now.
Along with her there had been seven other kids taken hostage, Daniel Fletcher, Alexa Cornwall, Evan Carson, Delilah Masorowski, Carlton Zewich, Zachary Ern, Kyomi Gerard and Clarence Spencer. They all sat crammed in the back of a black sedan while a dark skinned couple talked quietly in foreign tongues. It was hard to tell where they were now, the ground was flat with few trees and all they could see in the distance was the dirt road the car was following now. Rayel glanced over at the other passengers, most were asleep but three pairs of eyes stared back at her, two of them looked scared beyond belief, but the other reflected anger instead of fear. Evan shifted his gaze out the window and the remains of a deep cut shone in the light. The car hit another bump in the road, the woman in the front passenger seat yelled as she hit her head on the ceiling, the others jolted awake. The man in the driver’s seat noticed and said, “ We stop soon, there we eat.” Then he turned back to the wheel. Relaxing a little at the thought of food, the kids began to whisper softly, soothing each other with nonsense about sports and TV programs. Rayel chose to stay out of the conversation; she noticed Zachary leaning on the other window; a tear trickling down his cheek. Suddenly ashamed of watching, she glanced out the dirty window.
In the distance there was a small, falling down building standing beside a lone tree and as the car neared it, a man stepped out. He was of the same nationality as the captors, whatever that was, and seemed to be eager to speak with them. The car pulled over near the building and the driver got out, the two conversed for a minute and the strange man went into the building; coming out a second later with a brown bag and an envelope. He handed the envelope to their captor, who put it in his pocket, and thrust the bag at the woman in the passenger seat. She hastily opened it and began rationing out some old stale bread and foul smelling mush. After taking larger portions for her and her partner she tossed the bag into the back, only a few people were hungry enough to touch the strange mush but all of them took a small piece of bread.
This was the first building they had seen in two days, which meant they must be far from California, where the camp was located. Rayel thought back now, to that night at camp, a night she would never forget.
