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As the school bell rang the playground was soon filled with overcrowded groups of teenagers, waiting impatiently for their buses, texting on their mobiles and just gossiping about the day’s events. All wanting to get home to enjoy the short weekend they would have to savour before coming back to schedules and early nights!
A boy stood on the outside of the school gates, His hair was bushy and dark brown, reaching down to his cheeks. He had bright green eyes, noticeable from a far distant, he also had a muscular shaped body that was clothed in his school uniform – a red blazer, grey and red tie, white plan shirt that was two buttons undone, alongside his black school trousers and black trainers. He stood in a slouch position with his black and white Nike bag weighing down his left shoulder. The boys name was Jack Finch.
Son of a wealthy lawyer of a father and a mother who spent her life devoted to him.
The breeze was calm, as it only slightly brushed leaves along the road. The day was still early with the sun was still shining in the sky just hiding behind the few clouds. Jack began walking down the road away from his school, making his way back home hoping to catch his favourite television program.
As he power walked farther from his school, but towards home, he felt a feeling of uncertainty, like something unpleasant was going to happen. He stroked his neck with his hand, brushing his hair but continued to walk on. He passed the local newsagents, tilting his head to his fellow students who were munching on sweets outside.
When he had walked past the shops the feeling inside his belly grew larger and every step grew even more uncertain. But, he continued to walk on. With the field that separated the road from his house in sight, he started to slow his pace.
He only had a few lampposts and houses to past, alongside two alleyways. He was warned by near every adult in his town to never go down alleys – his mother filled his mind with terrors of murder and rape… he knew she just watched too many films.
Passing the first alley he loosened and seemed to forget there was another to come. As he came nearer to the fence to the field he soon started walking past the last alley. He dared a glimpse into the gap between the two walls. Usually he’d see the other side of it but this time there was a blue van, looking quite old and dented. The van didn’t hold his attention too long as he noticed a woman beside it, looking into his eyes.
The woman had a brown coat on, similar to ones detectives would wear in cartoons. She had black glasses and a blue baseball cap. Although her coat was buttoned up she still had a yellow and green flowered dress revealing by her legs, which soon lead to her matching yellow shoes. Although you couldn’t fully see her face or body she looked attractive with her blonde flowing hair that reached to her chest.
“Please, help me!†she called to Jack; he stiffened like a board – shocked that the woman had even bothered calling to him. He stopped and fully turned towards her as she took her hands from her pockets – showing her odd painted red nails – and signalled for him to come closer.
Many thoughts went through Jack’s mind for instance everything his mother had told him. But this woman did seem genuinely in need of help and, well, she didn’t look like any criminal. Even if she did try to attack him, although he was fifteen and she looked in her middle thirties, he could easily fight her off.
Taking uneasy steps into the alley, feeling its darkness, he walked over to her. As he walked he put his blazer into his bag and then put both of the straps onto his shoulders, then he folded up the sleeves of his shirt that revealed his quite muscular muscles. The woman beamed a smile back at him as he came closer.
“What, uh… seems to be the problem?†Jack asked, stuttering and stroking his neck – his habit in awkward situations. “Well…†she replied, opening her van door, “I was hoping if you could come with us…†Jack stood bemused at the word ‘us’ but as the van door finally opened inside crouched a man.
The man had slick black hair and was wearing blue jeans, black t-shirt and a black suit jacket. Same like the woman, he wore black glasses. His mouth wide open, Jack stood confused – turning to the woman then to the man.
Before saying a word he knew instinct – run. Dropping his bag to the floor he began running back out of the alley, the man soon pursued with the woman who just flung his bag into the back of the van. Both males began panting and before the sun could shine on Jack’s face he was pulled back by the collar.
Like an insect in a spider’s web, he was drawn closer by the man until his back touched the man’s belly. His head knocked just below the man’s chin. A strong hand gripped around his neck and another hand placed firmly over his mouth and jaw. Kicking, Jack started yelling and flying his legs into the air. His body dragged by the man’s as he was being pulled back to the van, the woman was waiting by the door.
“Mmph, mmmph!†cried Jack, his hands trying to withdraw the firm hand on his mouth. As they came to the side of the van - a tight squeeze between the walls – the boy’s body was swirled so he faced the inside of the van. With a push and release of arms he was shoved into the back of the van with the man soon jumping in after. The woman jumped in after them and slung the door shut – enclosing Jack in a tight spot with two complete strangers.