I sat in that room and one of the men yell through the door at me, 'you were going to get food but not now!" then they both just laughed.
Then later after it was dark they came in tied me up again and took me out to the truck, then we drove off and that night we were at a different house and the room had a couch just like the other one.
I had a bucket in the Room to use the restroom. It was awful.
That night I sat there thinking about what had happened and of how close I was to getting back home to my mom and friends. I sat there thinking about how many people were looking for me and how it would all work out.
Then I thought about the gas station and of how they had to have video cameras some where and of how they would see what happened.
As I started to fall asleep thinking about that and all of a sudden I heard police sirens. Then I thought about how stupid they would be to have sirens on if they were coming to help me.
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Short StoryMy name is Isabelle. I live with my mom, my dad left before I was born. We live in a little town called Suprise in Nebraska. We live in a little trailer house. My mom thought that when I was younger that it would be cool to feed the stray cats well...
