I sat on my bed, looking around my fancy room. A yawn escaped my lips as I turned back to my studying, tucking a stray hair behind my ear. I bit the end of my pencil, my eyes narrowed into hard lines as I studied, scribbling notes once and awhile. A yawn once again split my lips, and anger boiled inside me. “Why do I have to be studying instead of sleeping??” I hissed angrily, chucking the algebra book across the room. I sat there, my arms crossed, brewing for a bit before, reluctantly, collecting the textbook, various notepapers, and pencils that I'd upset in my fit of anger. I placed them carefully on my desk before sitting down on the floor. I stared boredly at the door, and I heard soft footsteps ascending the staircase towards my room. I pretended to be asleep, as it was 11:30, and I wasn't supposed to be up. I heard my door open, and then a low laugh, my father, and footsteps as he approached me, leaning down to pick me up. I tried not to move as he tucked me into bed, kissing my forehead.
“Night, Princess,” he whispered, and I almost cringed. Almost. That was my five year old pet name, long outgrown as I was fifteen now! I heard him flick off the lights and leave the room, his steps receding slowly down the creaky wooden stairs, and only when I heard his shoes clack against the marble of the kitchen tile did I leap out of bed. I grabbed my story, sitting at my desk with the notebook(s) open and my pencil poised to write. Inspiration came to me, and I began working on the next chapter.
Sabrina dashed through the woods, the merry men hot on her trail. “Oh, if I'd only known that spell would send me back in time, I would've thrown away the book like the old lady warned me!” she cried, panting hard as she ran. The men advanced further and further until they finally caught up. The men broke ranks, circling her, keeping the girl trapped. No where to run, no escape, certain death...But she had to try. Calculating the distance to the nearest tree, she launched herself towards one of the men. He gave a cry of alarm as Sabrina's feet hit his chest. She used him as a spring board, and the momentum sent her flying towards the treetops. She reached out a hand, grabbing the nearest branch, only to-
“Izzy, you should have been asleep five hours ago!” my mom cried from the door of my room. “It's midnight! How do you expect to be able to get up for school tomorrow without sleep?” My mom strode into my room, taking my writing from my hand, locking it inside my desk with my laptop, the key to the library, my phone, and my ipod.
“Mom!” I complained, but she was having none of it.
“Isabella Rose! You're lucky I didn't call your father in- go to bed this instant!” my mom snapped, and I climbed dejectedly into bed, closing my eyes as my mother turned out the lights, closing the door softly behind her, leaving me in darkness. I grabbed my safety bag from under the bed- it held all the necessities for if I were to get kidnapped. Two books, an extra phone and iPod, five notebooks and fifteen packs of mechanical pencils. I counted my supplies quickly before wrapping the bag around my arm, satisfied. I drifted off to sleep with Sabrina and the merry men in my mind.
When I woke up, the first thing I noticed was the lack of blanket over my body. I reached out a hand, probing blindly around for it, as my eyes were closed. My hands found something soft and cottony, but it wasn't a blanket. My eyes snapped open, and I realized the cloth was not just any item...it was a mans shirt. I stared at the man in horror, only slightly reassured by the bag around my arm. His face was scraggly with the beginnings of a beard, his greasy brown hair hanging in messy locks around his head. His eyes were a dark blue, the pupils piercingly black. He would have been quite handsome in any other circumstance. I was about to say something when his arms, I guess, disapeared from beneath me, and I plummeted towards the ground. I landed with a hard thud on the dirt ground, and I had no idea where I was.