The Wide Web of Friends in YA Books discussion

I always loved playing this game with my sisters. So how it works is someone starts the story with sentences and the next person will add on to the story,and the next and so on. You can type as much as you want.

Example:
Person 1: I was laying on my bed when I heard a scream.
Person 2: I leaped off my bed in surprise.
Person 3: There was another scream louder this time.

And so on....
Hope this is a lot of fun


FIRST LINE: I was walking home from school when I noticed a white van...

Being the curious person that I am, I quickened my pace.

My heart started beating faster as I got closer.

I approached the car and saw that no one was in the front seats.

I frowned in confusion, and went to the back door of the van.

I opened the door and gasped in shock at what I saw.

Justin, my brother's friend was tied up in ropes. Two men in front of him were talking, but turned towards me when I opened the door.

I slowly backed away from the car, turned, and sprinted for my house.

I could hear their footsteps in pursuit, I got to the front door but my hands kept fumbling with the keys.

I felt a man grab me from behind, I twisted and kicked him in the groin.

He fell, but his partner still standing lunged at me.

My chest heaved as he landed on top of me, I struggled against him.

The man that I'd kicked had recovered and the two of them together hauled me to my feet.

They dragged me towards the van, my attempts to struggle were futile.

They wrestled me into the back of the van.

Justin struggled against the ropes and yelled at our captors, his voice muffled against the gag.

I kicked and punched and clawed but it was futile. They bound my arms and legs.

They exited and slammed the doors behind them, leaving an eery silence

I looked into Justin's eyes. Fear, worry and pain. I screamed but it was only muffled. I tried to scoot over to him and rest my head on his shoulder. "This couldn't be happening," I told myself, "this can't be real."

What will my parents think? How do we get out of this?

I felt my face wet with tears, and began to sob, when I realized Justin's face was wet too, he was crying. Not as a sign of weakness, but of fear for the both of us.

I took a deep steadying breath. Calm down.

I had to figure out how to get us both out of here. I am smart, strong, and fierce. "This is not the end," I tell myself, "this is only the beginning."

There was a sudden jolt. I realized we were moving.

I searched the van for a weapon, a tool, anything I could use to escape.

InsaneLuckyDucky-DaughterOfHades- wrote: "There was nothing in the van I could use to escape. Fuming mad, I screamed into my gag. I didn't care my brother's friend was sitting right next to me watching me. I was angry. Angry with those kid..."

I looked over at Justin and he was doing something bizarre with his eyes that I couldn't understand. After a minute I saw that he was trying to tell me that something was in his pocket.

I nod quickly, showing that I understand, and fling myself to his side of the van.

I land on my side but am able to get upright. I get close enough to him where I can reach inside his pocket. With my hands being tied I awkwardly maneuver my hand into his pocket, and pull out a razor blade.

Whilst I fumble to hold the razor blade properly, the car suddenly jerks to the left and the razor slides away.

I curse under my breath and dive for the razor, careful not to cut my hands

Just as my fingers brush the handle, the car jerks to the left again and the razor falls down a thin crack in the floor.

My head slumps against the floor of the van with a thud as the hope that had been rapidly growing inside of me vanishes along with that small, silver blade

From the corner of my eye, I notice Justin staring at me, no emotion in his eyes or face. All was now silent except for the rumble of the van.

I know I failed Justin. I took his razor, his hope, and I lost it.

Just as I was beginning to wonder where we were, the van jolted to a sudden stop and I rammed my shoulder into Justin's chest; earning myself a low, annoyed grumble from Justin.

The engine cut off and we both kept still as we heard car doors opening and boots shuffling on dirt. Low murmers of men talking started and then slowly faded as they headed away from the van.

Hope surged in my chest, they'd left us alone.

But what could we do? We were bound and gagged and had no way of getting looses. I turned to Justin, my desperation showing clearly on my face.

He returned the same look of fear and desperation as I raked my brain for any possible ideas. When all of a sudden, I heard a gentle knocking on the window behind me. So quiet, I almost didn't hear it.

Bit it was there. I looked at Justin, and his eyes were wide.

He slowly got onto his knees and painstakingly crawled over to the tiny window.

Using his head, he slammed it into the glass, shattering it. Now it made sense why he was the star football player.

We both gasped. And tried to explain through our gags, but the sound was only muffled. She reached to me first removing my gag. My heart beat racing, I started to tear up. Through my shaky voice I got the message across, " they.....they just took us..." She nodded and hugged me. Warm. A nice feeling was soothing.

As she pulled away, you could hear footsteps making their way to the van. The men were coming back except this time. There were 3 more men.

" My name is Alexa," she said while reaching over me to untie Justin, " if you want to survive, come with me, and fast". She finally got his ropes off, and she started sprinting. Justin glared at me, and we both ran off after her.

"I work with the resistance." Alexa looked at me and then to Justin. " Those men that captured you were going to experiment on you, and torture you." I was breathing heavily, and trying to process what was going on. My legs screamed angrily at me to stop running, and take a break. But the adrenaline flowing through my veins thought differently.

"I just want to go home," I said.

" If I let you leave now, there is nothing stopping them from capturing you again." I looked at Alexa then, her blonde wavy hair bouncing along her shoulders as we sprinted. Justin who had been quite the entire time asked "How do we know we can trust you?"

But of course he followed her. There was something about her, maybe the softness of when she hugged me. or the look of sympathy she gave us when we were terrified, that made a part of me want to trust her, NEED to trust her. Even though I know we shouldn't.

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We ran and ran, just when I thought my legs would collapse under me, Alexa stopped and started franticly removing piles of dirt from one spot. Soon enough I could make out the handle of a trap door.