The Cursive Letter

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Dark, Curly, Brown hair. Mysterious brown eyes that are to die for. Oh and what about his...

"Abbigal Louis, what on earth are you doing?" 

"Sorry, Mrs.Violet I was just..."

"Save the excuses, pay attention now."

Life for Abby was very standard. She went to a normal school, had a normal family, a normal dog, normal clothes; normal,normal, normal. Why does it seem like my middle name is not jewel but bore or, how about snore, she thought. Abby was an only child but lived life on her own. Her parents seem to be uninterested in her thoughts and feelings and only care to be constricting her as she evolves into a creative, bright and imaginative woman as Abby saw it. She never understood why nothing fun happened to her. 

"I wish that I..."

"Sush up," Mrs.Violet demanded.

Before lunch, Abby stopped by her locker to drop off her books. Her locker was old and rusted; it always took a swift hard kick for it to open up. When Abby peered inside her normal locker there was an unusual letter precariously balanced on top of her back back that was addressed to her in cursive. This struck Abby as odd but she continued on and crammed the letter into her coat pocket, then dashed to lunch. 

"What is that?" Ralph asked in disgust.

"I'm not sure," said Abby who poked at her lumpy green sandwich that bubbled with every touch.

"Are you coming to the party Sunday?" questioned Ralph

"Yea, against all my intuition, yes." stated Abby.

"Aw, you'll have fun though!" Ralph exclaimed.

"I guess," she sighed. "Well I better get going, I have a huge test coming up in History. Wish me luck."

"Good luck," smiled Ralph. 

Abby walked into her class and there was an unfamiliar face that was sitting in her seat. "Um, excuse me, you are in my seat."

"Sorry," said the boy with brown eyes. He got up and went to sit at the other side of the class room. 

"Good morning class," said Mr.Doby looking at the students from his seat. "I bet you guys have seen your new classmate, make him feel comfortable. What's your names son?"

"My name is Johnathon but you can just call me John," he stated plainly. He was tall with big green sparkling eyes. He seemed not a boy but a matured gentleman,  Abby founded this very attractive.

"What school did you come from?"

"Well," he pause, "I'm from New York and I went to a school there."

"That's nice, I bet a small town in Iowa is a contrast to a big bustling city," remarked Mr.Doby.

"It sure is," Johnathon stated coldly.

"O.K. class, open up your textbook to page 150 and start reading." Abby looked up at the window, it  was a gloomy rainy day outside. Mr.Doby then gave her the evil eye  and Abby quickly got to her reading. 

While Abby walked to her bus, someone tapped her on the shoulder. When she turned around, Johnathan was standing behind her. "Hi."

"Hey, I wasn't able to introduce myself to you," he smiled, "My name is John and may I ask what is your name?"

"My name is Abigal but everyone calls me Abby," she said with a quick flutter of her eyes.

"Abby, I like that name. It reminds me of my grandmother."

"Do you get to see your grandmother a lot?" Abby questioned.

"No, she died," John frowned. "I got to go," he said suddenly; he quickly walked the other way. 

While Abigal was walking home from her bus, she had a strange feeling that someone was following her. She turned around and saw a white van with tinted windows. Abby picked up  her pace to a speed walk; however,  she heard the engine of a car go on and looked over her shoulder  and saw that the white van started to follow her. Abby started to run as quickly as she could, her house was no more than 100 meters away. She safely got inside Abby ran to the window to find the white van no where in sight.

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The next day, Abby was sitting at her desk when Mrs.Violet slipped a pink piece of paper into her hand. Abby opened up the pink slip; she was wanted at the main office. She gathered her stuff, and made her way down to the office. When she arrived, she was greeted by two men. Both looked like they were in their mid-fifties and wore black suits. "Abby," said the receptionist," these gentlemen signed you out of school. See you tomorrow!" Abby eyes were filled with confusion, 'I don't even know these people,' she though to herself. Once the three of them walked out of the school, the white van from yesterday screeched to a stop in front of them and the two men grabbed her by the elbows and threw her into the back.

"HELP!" Abby shreiked.

"Shhhhh, we won't hurt you, we need you to cooperate with us," the man in the black suit calmly stated. Suddenly, electricity was around them in the air around the vehicle and a black portal appeared in front of the van.

"Are you crazy, drive the other way. TURN AROUND!" Abby screamed.

The man smiled,"hold on tight." There was a flash of a bright white light; Abby passed out.