(Comment: My first realistic story! Also, fanfiction and fictionpress.net ACCEPTED me, so check delorean225 out everywhere!)
Justin Richards was very reserved. He wasn't very impulsive, but a bit shy to contrary. He was friendly, too, but to Justin, it didn't really matter what he seemed.
He cared for music. He played acoustic guitar, and to him, every day was a song, waiting for him to translate it to lyrics.
As he strummed casually on his bed, a letter came soaring through his window as a paper airplane, landing in his shiny black hair, which was about an inch long from his grew out, not long.
He fished it out and read,
Dear Justin,
Meet me at the school at 5:00
on Saturday.
Love,
your secret admirer
Justin reread the note twice.
Had someone sent this for real?
Well, he thought, I guess I'll go.
He began to strum and sang.
Kayla Green struggled.
"Let me go," she screamed under the gag.
It had been two days before.
"A note," she gasped, snatching up the paper stuffed in her locker.
Earlier that day, two burly men requested to a student that Kayla's locker should have a note put on it.
As Kayla read the note, she hummed a tune she'd heard somewhere before. She couldn't name it.
The note said that cheer was at 9:00 that night.
Odd, she thought, tucking the note in her pocket.
At 8:56 PM, Kayla walked in.
No one.
Lousy tenth-graders, she thought.
Always tricking people.
She turned to leave when she was grabbed and pinned to the floor.
"Let GO!"
A man wrapped ropes aroung her wrists, binding them. Next, he bound her feet. Finally, he held her nose.
Kayla gasped for air, allowing the man to stuff a sock in her mouth, securing it with tape.
She was put in a large duffel bag before put in a car and driven away.
Justin arrived at 5:00 AM.
Early, he thought.
"Hello?"
He could see a girl. He stepped closer, realising she was sitting.
Furthermore, she was seemingly tied up. Lucky he had arrived.
"Hello," he said, pulling downt the gag.
"Did you send me that note?"
"Behind you," the girl whispered.
"Hello, Justin Richards," an ever-familiar voice spoke.