Blue Match

The Blue Match

  My name is Riley Wilson. I am 15 years old and I have blonde hair and blue eyes and look just like my mother. Really, I'm like a shorter splitting image of her. And I was minding my own business I tell you! MINDING MY OWN BUSINESS!

  That's all I had been doing all day. That's what I usually do. Except that wasn't going to be what I was going to be allowed to do that tonight. Tonight was my mother's Blue Moon party that she hosts in the middle of each summer. I hadn't been doing anything but picking up her and my dress.

  I had walked out of the shop when I read his voice. "Excuse me, uh, Ma'am?" The boys voice said. I turned my head to the side to see who was speaking to me. It was a boy about my age. At least he looked like it. He had messy chocolate brown hair and warm hazel-brown eyes and a light tan. But on his arm was a black hawk tattoo. He carried a gun and looked over his shoulder 2......3......4 times whilst awaiting my answer. "I'm sorry, who are you? Why are you carrying a gun and I don't like to be called ma'am." "My, um, apologies miss. But we really need to leave." He stuttered. His eyes and voice were frantic as he looked over his shoulder multiple times. "I'm not going anywhere with you! I don't even know you!" I scolded as I began to walk away from him. Behind me, he pocketed his gun and went up behind me and swept me off my feet. I grabbed his neck for balance though I fought the urge to strangle him for his and my own safety. "PUT-ME-DOWN-NOW!" I commanded. I dropped on hand from his neck as he simply laughed and kept walking. He finally set me down outside and pulled out his gun again. "We need to make wake." He replied as he began to take a few steps away from me. With his back turned, I got a better look at his attire. It was quite simple actually. A lot more simple than I had suspected. He wore red athletic shorts, a black tshirt and a blue/white/black flannel shirt on top of the black shirt. He was actually pretty cute except for the fact that he kidnapped me. "Alright," he began but never got to finish. I punched him square in the nose with my right fist and made a run for it with our dresses in hand. I sprinted as fast as I could towards the other side of the mall where my mother's chafer would pick me up. Suddenly, some instinct inside of me told me to veer right. I did so and just barely missed a taser while doing so. I looked back to see the boy holding his bleeding nose and holding a taser gun pointed at me. Thank god those things only have one shot.

I finally reached the other side of the mall and I saw the chafer awaiting. He stood outside that car in a black suit, white shirt, black tie and black polished shoes. He had a bald head and pale skin. As soon as he saw me he grinned. I told him I wouldn't be long. I skidded to a halt just before approaching him. He chuckled, "You know that there is no rush to get back. Your mother won't be mad or anything." I rolled my eyes. We didn't have time for this. "Yes, yes, yes. I know that but given the fact that I was almost kidnapped a few minutes ago, mother won't be mad if I'm back earlier than expected." I huffed quickly. There wasn't much that I could do about my kidnapper following us if he didn't get us in the car and moving quickly. And by quickly, I mean now!
"Kidnapped? Why were you being-" he started. "Hey! Less talk more driving the hell out of here!" I reprimanded. He nodded and got back in the car and sped off. Just in time to see my attacker round the corner, but loose is in the speeding vehicle.