Kidnapped

Kocco

As soon as I saw those tyre marks, I knew what to do. Afterall, they drove away in a car, didn't they? I ran home, grabbed two bottles, four sandwiches and a jumper, stuffed them all in my bag and ran to the Brook's house, where my best friend, Jason, lives.

"Jason!" I call and bang on the door three times. He opens the door looking sleepy and exhausted.

"What?" he asks lazily.

I take a deep breath and begin, "Lisa's has been kidnapped. There's a ransom note but we don't need it because I know how to find her. It's simple really, we just-" He slams the door in my face. I stand there dumbfounded. How did Jason just do that? To me?

I start to walk away but then my phone beeps. It's Jason. It says:

cant we do it l8r? im so stuffed

I sigh. Typical Jason. I text back,

no we cant. now or neva

Jason answers seconds later.

lisa can w8. just do it l8r

I don't even bother anymore, I just turn off my phone and start to walk to the Parkers. I don't really know why I'm walking there, Carla Parker I guess. She would want to do anything to help Lisa; she still believes it was her fault.

I knock on the door to her house and she opens it straight away. She's in normal clothes and has a backpack on her back. I stare at her confused. Most people are in bed at this time.

"I'm finding Lisa." She says and I smile.

"Me too." I say.

We're walking down the road, her skipping and me walking on the tyre tracks. My arms are out to keep me balanced and I'm walking on tiptoes, kind of like the tyre tracks are a tightrope. A small wind blows back my hair but it's a hot wind and it also sprays dust everywhere. I look over at Carla. I feel kind of bad for bringing her along with me. She's only twelve, a year younger than Lisa and I. She has fair banana coloured hair with a single strip of chocolate running through it. Her eyes are like two circles of kiwi fruit dipped in milk chocolate, a tiny bit of green still poking it's way through. Her skin is like caramel ice-cream with freckles sprinkled across it like hundreds and thousands.  Her lips are so red it looks like two pieces of sliced up strawberries and her perfect teeth are like tiny white marshmallows. I get to see her marshmallow teeth a heap because she is always laughing and smiling no matter the circumstance.

She sees me looking at her and automatically raises a hand to smooth over her hair in case there's something wrong with it and that's what I'm looking at. I get the feeling she does it self-consciously.

"What?" she asks.

"Nothing." I look away.

We continue on.

We've been walking for two hours and I've drunk one of the bottles and eaten a sandwich Carla has drunk two bottles of water though and I'm really hoping we find Lisa and a toilet soon because I'm busting. Then the worst thing possible happens. The tyre tracks disappear.