The Story Continues . . .

Well, we have let the suspense fester long enough. Here is the much awaited 2nd chapter to Lizzy's story . . .

Chapter 2

I just ignored the man and tried to calm down. Then, as quick as a snap, I feel a quivery hand on my shoulder. I dash around to see the wacko that had just been standing outside 5 seconds ago! He went right up in my face and he blindfolded me. I started screaming for help until his filthy hands covered my mouth. I didn't dare open my mouth. Who knows where his hands have been?!

The man took me out to his car. Well, I am almost positive he did. I was blindfolded of coarse, so I couldn't tell. But anyone can use common sense can't they? All of the sudden, I jerked forward. "Yep, I'm in the car. Jeez! When did this guy get his license? Does he even have a license?" I thought to myself.

I found a way to untie the blindfold from my head. I felt a sudden jerk again. We had stopped. "Yes!" I whispered, extremely quiet. I had gotten the blindfold off. The man peeked back. I smacked the blindfold over my eyes and leaned my head back against the seat so it would at least look like the blindfold was at least covering my eyes from any lights.

After the man had gotten out of the car, I immediately swiped the blindfold off my face. I scanned the location. I was pretty sure we were at an old gas station near the edge of town. Hey, wait just a darn second. This car looked just like the Johnson's car.

The Johnson's were my best friends who lived on my street. They were like a second family to me. They picked my up from school and took me to their house when my mom was at work. They watched me , took me fun places and all that sort of stuff.

Hey! This was the Johnson's car! This man is such a thief! But, I saw the Johnson's with their car before school this morning. Not after school though. Weird. The Johnson's only have one car, so they of coarse take it everywhere.