Kidnapped My Heart *Revised*

Chapter One

So this is something I wrote when I was about fourteen and I decided to rewrite it. I will probably be editing it a lot. Let me know if you like it.

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The cursor flashed before me taunting me on the blank page. Whoever thought that speech class was necessary to the curriculum for a Psychology Major was a sadist. The assignment was to write an introductory speech for your classmates to get to know you. I had never been good at talking about myself. I didn't know where to start. I liked getting to know other people better.

My fingers hovered over the keys and I began to type:

My name is Kourtney Lynn Akers. I am a sophomore and graduated highschool at the top of my class. I'm twenty years old. I'm a Psychology Major and plan on getting my masters in Abnormal Psych. I'm one of two children. My father died when I was in middle school and my mother remarried shortly after. My grandma is my biggest influence. If you don't find me in the library studying you may find me volunteering or going to concerts. I like spending time with my best friends shopping and having girls' days getting our nails and hair done.

I sighed I didn't know how to keep myself from sounding either too vapid or too nerdy. I was somewhere in between. I was concerned about my grades, but I also liked to have a good time. I had no trouble making friends and having fun. I didn't always have my nose buried in a book. I decided that would have to be good enough because class started in twenty minutes. I sent the meager paragraph to the printer.

I didn't have much time so I ran a brush through my straight dark hair and reapplied my lip gloss in the mirror. I grabbed my paper and a granola bar and headed to class. My dorm wasn't far from the building my speech class was in but I didn't want to risk being late. This was my last class of the day and then it was the weekend. The first week back is always tough so I was ready to be able to relax. I had plans with my friends to go out to a club later a local band was playing and one of my friends was dating the drummer.

When I arrived the room was still relatively empty so I looked over the print out of my speech again. It wouldn't be hard to remember but I was dreading it. I had to give a speech at graduation but my friends helped me write it and I was talking about our entire graduating class, not just myself. As more people filtered in the more nervous I felt. I hoped that the professor didn't pick me first so I could just be lost in the shuffle but it wasn't a very big class; there were only about fifteen of us.

Once everyone was in, Professor Evans closed the door and didn't waste any time calling students up to give their speeches. The more speeches I heard the better I felt about mine. Some people barely even tried. I stopped listening after four or five and watched the clock. I didn't really want to get to know anyone in this class, I just wanted to get out of here.

"Miss Akers," Professor Evan's called from her desk.

I took a deep breath and walked up to the podium. I looked straight past the students knowing if I looked at their reactions it would make me more nervous and used my best speaking voice. I got through it as fast as I could without rushing it and then took my seat. It wasn't as bad as I had built up in my head, no one even seemed to care. I think everyone felt the same way about it as I did.

Finally the last person sat down and Professor Evan's dismissed us. I was already packed up and wasted no time getting out of there. I hurried back to my dorm and immediately began digging through my closet. I needed to change before I went to the club with Charlotte. It was a low-key place where a lot of smaller acts would play on the weekends. I picked a teal spaghetti strap dress and tiny black shrug and a thin black belt. I slipped out of my school clothes and tried the outfit on. I threw on black strappy heels and looked at myself in the mirror.