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KIDNAPPED! (Draft 2)

“Tillie, detention for missing yesterday’s morning clinic and not handing in your assignment on time.” Mrs. Helga, the class’ history teacher announced, several small pockets of giggles were heard. Tillie grunted, she had always been forgetful, she just could not help it. The bell rang and Mrs. Helga dismissed the class. Tillie stayed back and cleaned up the class as her detention. After detention, Tillie started strutting back home, worn out from all the cleaning. She felt miserable, almost everyday she had to stay back in school for detention and not only that, she was always being criticized by her teachers for forgetting to do homework and assignments in front of all her classmates. “How I wish somebody would just take me away from this miserable world,” Tillie sighed.

The sky turned dark as Tillie walked, her house was miles far from here and she had forgotten to bring her ez-link card and could not take a bus. Within minutes, it was raining cats and dogs. Tillie threw her schoolbag on the floor and started digging for her umbrella. “Oh no…” Tillie grunted. She had forgotten to bring her umbrella too! All of a sudden, a sharp, intense pain seemed to pierce through her brain, the last thing Tillie saw before she drifted into oblivion was a masked man whose face stretched into a sinister smile.

“Where am I?” Tillie’s eyes darted around furiously, scanning for even the single smallest clue of where she was at. “Ouch!” Tillie tried to reach up and rub her head but her hand just would not budge! She turned around and realised that her hands were tied together. She shouted through her parched throat but all she could hear was her own echo. Her heart raced like a bullet train, she looked around panickly, cobwebs hung everywhere and rats were scurrying all over. Dust particles were so big that they were visible like small bugs. “Ha-ha… You will never see your family again. Your ‘Free’ boat ticket to Arabia will arrive in a matter of hours and we are setting of tomorrow …” A muscular figure stood in Tillie’s view.

The man slammed the door shut once more. Tillie knew what that man was going to do, sell her to the Arabians. She was horror struck, will she survive if she was sold to an abusive family? What if she did not understand the Arabians and they beat her up? “What am I going to do, stay here and be done for?” Tillie knew she had to run for her life, if only there was a way to snap the ropes. Her penknife! Tillie remembered that she had a penknife in her pencil box. She shifted herself such that she could reach the zip of her bag which was beside her and took out the pencil box. Then, she dug for something that was sharp, and bingo! She got it! She slotted the penknife between her two hands and started rubbing them. Snap! She was free! Lady luck indeed was on her side today. She took the penknife and snapped the ropes that bound her leg open. She did not know where she was but she took her hand phone from her bag and climbed out of the window, in hope that she recognized this place.

“Hey! Where do you think you’re going?” A man growls were heard, Tillie looked up and realised that the kidnapper was climbing down a ladder. Within seconds, the kidnapper was hot on her heels. Tillie ran helter-skelter, speeding like a rocket. Her heart raced like a bullet train. Every inch of her muscles seemed to be yelling at her to stop and her lungs were burning and screaming for more and more oxygen every step she took but she was unrelenting. Then, she reached a road junction where she saw a group of policemen on patrol, she ran and told them about what was going on and they immediately rocketed off to catch the kidnapper.

A few days later, her case was reported on the newspaper but Tillie got really furious that the kidnapper had managed to escape. She hoped that the kidnapper had learnt his lesson and started looking for a proper job, but she was glad to have her dear life back even though she would be scolded often. She would never forget the horrible day when she was an inch to death’s grip.