After that as I stood there smirking I feel something hit me in the back of my head. I turn around and see Ben smirking. I get mad and go to hit him but he takes off running I start chasing after him we all know that I am faster than him but today HE is running faster than I am and that's unusual. That's when I figure it out he isn't MY Ben. I stop running slightly out of breath
"who is this and where is my Ben."
I whisperer my thoughts out loud. apparently that was enough for whoever is in front of me to stop and turn around. My eyes go wide as he starts walking back towards me. I don't know what to do if I should run I should fight or should I just stand here. He starts walking faster almost like jogging then jogging turns into running then he's running full speed straight at me. Now any smart person would take off running right about now but not me I am brave and I'm going to figure out who exactly is trying to be my Ben and once I do i'm going to kill whoever it is because if this is supposed be a joke it is not funny.
It doesn't take him long to reach me and once he does i sick my arm out and I clothesline him.(now for those who don't know what this means it means when someone sticks their arm out in front of the person running at their neck level and knocking them down) he falls down face first onto the metal floor and he lets out a loud groan. I laugh and place a foot onto his back.
"So who are you?And what have you done to Ben?" I ask
But he gives no answer he just lays there.
I fall and knee him in the back he throws his head up and lets out a small scream then puts his head back down on the floor I ask him again yelling this time
"WHO ARE YOUU? AND WHERE IS BEN?"
I flip him over and punch him in the face
"Fine I'll talk"he says in a low voice.
"I am not Ben I am........
I KNOW YOU GUYS PROBABLY THINK IM EVIL BECAUSE I LEFT IT ON A CLIFFHANGER AND I KNOW I HAVENT UPDATED IN SO LONG BUT I PROMISE TO UPDATE SOON I LOVE ALL OF YOU FOR READING MY BOOK AND ALL THE LOVE AND SUPPORT YOU GUYS HAVE GIVEN ME MY READERS ARE WHAT KEEPS ME WRITING