”What’s going on guys?.” Janelle was the only one who answered, but it took her a minute. “Bandit s-s-she’s gone.” I could feel my mouth almost hit the floor. “She what!” I ran too her bunk and opened the curtain. All that was lying on the bed was my cell phone. So that’s where it went. The recording light was blinking red, so I flipped to the camera. It was recording; I opened the newest video file. Bandit wasn’t the brightest Crayola in the box, but she sure had a way of being very sneaky. I sat on her bed, and watched the video. It began the sound of someone knocking on the door, but the screen was black, so it must have been in her pocket. Then she pulled it out of her pocket and held it in her hand, at just the right angle where I could see to teenage boys with their hoods up were standing there. “Yes?” Bandit said. One of the boys smirked, then said, “Are you Bandit Way?” I held my breath waiting for her to reply. “Who Wants to know?” I let my breath out in a rush; she still is doing her best about keeping herself a secret form the Media. One of the boys said something that I couldn’t hear, but I heard all of them laugh. Bandit invited them in, I guess she was trying to be polite. As the boys walked inside I noticed they didn’t take off their hoods, so I couldn’t see their faces. She walked over and got some coffee, for the boys and herself. For most of the video the phone was facing the cup, but I could hear what they were saying. They talked about pretty normal things, like Football, Basketball, and Music. One of the boys asked where the bathroom was, Bandit showed him the way, then since her bed was right around the corner she went over there and sat down. Within the next 5seconds I seen both boys come around the corner, one grabbed Bandit by the arms and the other taped her mouth shut so her screams wouldn’t be heard. She dropped the phone and, and was dragged off the bus…….
POV-Bandit- I awoke in a dark room,at least i think it was ar oom. I guessed that someone knocked me out because the last thing I remember was being dragged off the bus. My head was throbbing and I felt sick to my tummy. I didn’t bother to look around because I couldn’t see anything anyway. I tried to re-trace what happened to bring me here. I searched my jean pockets for my dad’s phone, and phone and somehow remembered setting it on my bed, in the bus. I pulled out my phone, checked my texts. Not a single one from dad, form anyone really. Did they even notice I was gone, probably not because Lisa’s there and she is just so amazing. I’m doomed as far as being rescued by someone. I might as well save myself, its better off that way. My head began to hurt so bad that my world finally went black…er.
