James Brown Middle school.
MY middle school.
the only question was, why the heck was i kidnapped and taken to my middle school? but i didnt even have time to think of an answer, because as i started to lift my head to make sure of my bearings, a set of double doors opened, and i was shoved in. this room was brightly lit by florescent lights, large and echo-y. i could hear the murmured shuffling of other people, and when the pressure on my head was finally released, i looked up and saw kids. about twenty of them. they were all from JB middle, i reconized a few faces, there was Maddy, a headstrong seventh grader, Adam and Alex, ever fueding fifth grades. a few sixth graders i vaugley reconized. then Tyler. he was the only other eighth grader besides me. we were the oldest two in the room, uless you count the three adults wearing black shirts and jeans with nearly invisible comm units in ther ears.
“Tyler!” I whisper shouted, taking fast steps towards him. he looked up in surprise.
“Kiley?” he asked