After I had trudged up the terribly long staircase, I dropped my suitcases on the floor and stumbled into my bed. I felt like a huge weight had been dropped on me. My family and I had just moved here. I was in my first year of highschool at Skird Montessori, and I had no friends what so ever. I felt like an outsider, everyone else in the grade had went to school together since kindergarten. So they already had their own cliques. I walked through the halls alone, ate lunch alone, and walked home alone. It was a continuous routine. It seemed as if no one would even notice if I dropped dead. Yes, including my family. They were to preoccupied with their super exclusive jobs and making millions everyday. Let's just say, I had a lot of free time. One day, when I came home from school, I decided to go for a run. Either to clear my mind or just to exercise. As I ran a car started following me, I thought nothing of it until a man jumped out and grabbed me. Oh god, I thought, this is the end. http://ficlets.com/feed/story/23250