kidnapped by a serial killer

Chapter 1

A/O: this is my first book. There is typos and no it's not edited. Hope you enjoy!

Sophie's POV:
I look up at the clock and see that the bell will ring in five minutes. I'm currently in history, my last period. Most of the class I spent just looking back and fourth between my book and the clock. We had a substitute which fell asleep ten minutes into class. So everyone was either sleeping or on their phones. I heard a buzz and grabbed out my phone.

Mom:
Hey honey! I can't pick you up I have a last minute meeting. You are gonna have to walk! So sorry!

I sigh. My house isn't that far from my school, but I rather take the bus then walk home. I stopped taking the bus because my bus was loud and quite messy. The seniors always threw trash at everyone. One time, I was minding my own business when a football had hit me in the head. Ever since I stopped going on the bus.

I felt a tap on my shoulder and I turn around.

"Can you give this to her?" A guy had asked while handing me a piece of paper. I shrug and took the paper from him and gave it to the girl in front of me. I hear him mumble thanks and I just nodded.

I hear the bell ring which woke up the substitute.

"Class dismissed." He said tiredly. I packed up my stuff and rushed out the classroom.

I see my friend, Ivy, at my locker waiting for me. I walk up to her ready to hear about how long I took.

"I need to rant." I nod for her to continue. " Mrs. Stat sucks. She yelled at me for doing my work! This school is so confusing! If you don't do your work, you get yelled at, if you do do your work you also get yelled at." I chuckle and put my hand on her shoulder.

"Ivy, she finds anything to yell about." She rolls her eyes. I start putting my stuff in my locker.

"Can your mom take me home?" I shook my head.

"She has a last minute meeting I have to walk home, if you want you can walk with me. I'll have my brother take you home." She smiles. Ivy has some home issues. She's the only child and her parents don't pay attention to her. They always argue.

We start to head down the hall towards the front door. I swung my arm around Ivy's shoulder. Me and her have been best friends since kindergarten. We met in the strangest way.

I was sitting down eating my lunch when a girl came up to me and asked if she could have my juice. I told her sure and gave it to her. She then squirts the juice in my face.

It's weird, I know. But ever since,we hung out like non stop. We go shopping together, get our hair done together, we fight, we make up, and much more. I would never trade her for anything.

"Are you even listening?" Ivy asks whilst snapping me out of my thoughts.

"No," I deadpan. "What did you say?" She lightly hits my arm and starts laughing.

"Gosh you never listen! I was talking about James." Great. James is the high schools bad boy. He smokes, drinks, he goes to parties, he skips classes, he went to juvy twice, and he sleeps around. With almost every girl.

"Don't even start." I shake my head. She rolls her eyes once again.

"Why don't like him?" She stops and looks at me. Her bright blue eyes boring into my bright hazel eyes. I sigh.

"I do like him. I just- every time we are together you mention him. It's annoying." She scoffs.

"As if. Not every time." I laugh.

"Your right. Most of the time." She playfully shoves me. We walk in silence. It was a nice silence.

I look down. A few minutes later, I feel her stop. I look up, widening my eyes.

"He is back?" I question, more to myself than to Ivy. She nods.

No.