Moving 559.1 miles away from the place you call home is hard especially when everyone notices you. She didn't know what to do to fit in properly at her sixth form, everything was so different from her norm and that made her want to cast herself a si...
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JUST ONE HOUR ago she had been walking freely down her neighbourhoods streets, winding through lampposts and trees leading her to a local woodland area. She'd never been through that way before but was always intrigued by it, it had a public footpath but she hadn't really ever seen many people coming and going out of it.
The sixth formers had been back a day from the trip away to Hestron—a small little town in the middle of literal nowhere. They were on their summer holidays now so it meant that she had all the free time in the world to do what she wanted, when she wanted. She took that opportunity as one to explore her new town better, going on routes she'd never been noticed before and just getting a general better feel for the place.
She now understands why.
Why nobody ever went through the woods alone. It probably wasn't a regular thing, being blindfolded by a black bag and then shoved forcibly at the back of a van. However, it reeked of sinister behaviours. There was just something about the tall trees and the silence that just didn't quite fit right. Sure, it was peaceful and the sound of trickling water was a nice texture of ambience but there was something off.
Upon her natural instinct of being grabbed from behind and engulfed with darkness, she knew not to panic. It was a hard thing to do, considering the girl was prone to having panic attacks. The strangest thing was her fear didn't stem from being brutally slammed against a thin van floor, it was heights.
It was a good job she was going for a drive. She liked driving. In fact, alongside music it was one of her favourite things to do; going for a late night drive blasting her favourite tunes, what more could she wish for?
All of her life had prepared her for this moment, she knew exactly what to do, they just didn't know it yet. She knew there was more than one person in the vehicle with her, more stupid than she had first anticipated. Never did she expect to be kidnapped in broad day light, it decreased the excitement for her, in the night time it would've added some extra thrill.
"Non voglio più farlo. Non sono nemmeno italiano, perché devo parlare così?" A mumbled voice spoke from the drivers side of the van. Lennon focused her ears on what was being said. She smirked. (I don't want to do it anymore. I'm not even Italian, why do I have to speak like that?)
The tone sounded stressed, reluctant even. Lennon has felt a hint of sympathy for the voice, sure, they'd kidnapped her but they didn't at all sound happy about being in the present moment. It almost made her chuckle at how differing the words he spoke were. One moment he was full of reluctance next he was complaining about not being a native speaker of Italy.
