Once he tosses me in, I feel a fast jolt, someone slams on the brakes.
Think Lynn, think.
I know I read somewhere about what happens in this situation and how to get out. Okay, first, I think, you have to get the mask off.
Sorry, my hands are kinda tied right now.
We speed up.
I have to get this off my hands, can I feel what kind of knot it is?
Yep.
All those years of pointless Girl Scout camp finally paid off. It's a double-square knot, pretty simple. I weave my fingers through it, and it's undone. Alrighty then! I take off the blindfold and rip the cloth out of my mouth.
Step two: Punch the back headlight out and wave your hand through the hole. Crack.
It's not completely broken, I punch it a few more times,
Crack. Crack. Crack.
Break.
I start waving my hands out, when I realize, I can reach the trunk handle from here, it's a stretch, but I'm willing to possibly break a bone if I can save my life. I pray that it's open.
Please, please, please, PLEASE let it be open!
I finally get to the handle,
Pop!
Yas puh-lease.
I push it open, I realize we're on a highway.
I say a few curse words, the one you're thinking that I'm saying will do just fine.
"Uh, okay, Lynn, how are you going to get us out of this one?!" I ask myself. I put my feet just above the pavement, so they're dangling, and there's a grass field right by the highway. I tighten my shoelaces, and make a jump for the grass. I do the last two steps of "If there's fire on your clothes". Drop and roll. I cover my eyes.
I stop. I go back up to the car, and follow it.
I'm going to follow it until it gets to its destination.
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Teen Fiction**Short Story/ 18 chapters** Lynn Kels was your average teenage bookworm and geek. She likes to obsess over and fall in love with fictional characters, and believes that she is having those adventures in the books that she reads. She volunteers aft...
