Abandoned

Chapter Two: A Lost Girl

When I got to where we disappeared to, all I could think was "Yup. I WAS just kidnapped. Does it matter to Peter? Probably not." I spun around and slapped Peter. He smirked and adjusted his jaw. "You REALLY don't like to play nice, do you?" I crossed my arms over my chest. I rolled my eyes and sighed. "Not with you." I snapped back. I thought about punching him but then again, he was kinda cute. I didn't show that I was thinking that and I didn't plan to. Peter walked away and I walked behind a tree. I leaned my head against the bark and sighed again. I snapped and was surrounded by a purple smoke. When the smoke cleared, I was wearing a pair of jeans with floral print on them, a pink sweatshirt and my long, curly brown hair hung loose.

I stepped out from behind the tree and scowled. I hated Peter. I hated everything about him. His hair, his clothes, his shoes, his face. Everything. When I stepped out,I saw Peter with his "entourage" of boys. My stomach was filled with rage. I clenched my fists and narrowed my eyes. Peter stopped talking and looked at me. He smiled. All I could do was purse my lips and cross my arms. I felt a chill go down my spine as he chuckled.