Taken *Complete*

*Complete* Nemi (Or should I say Quinn) Is a girl who has gone through a lot these 15 years of life... Why not add a kidnapping on top of that? During gym she see's a strange man watching her... Soon he gets a hold of her. Will she ever get away from him?


1. I Saw Him...

I walk around the outline of the fence. I'm supposed to be playing flag football for gym but no one will pick me to be on their team.

I pick up a stick and I start sliding it on the ground as I walked.

I look up and I nearly jump out of my shoes.

There sat a man in his car just chillin'. Watching us.

This is the girls gym class and most are just in sport bras. The man seemed to stare at one girl, Jessica.

She was a pretty blonde girl. She was in a tight pink sports bra. She played harder then you would think. She was the first person picked for everything.

The man looks over and sees me. He smiles and winks at me. I remember I'm only in a sports bra, I grab my jacket and I throw it on. He steps out of his car.

"Mr. Lance!" I yell. I run over to the gym teacher.

"There's a man over there! He was watching us, he's getting out of his car! P-" I yell.

"What are you talking about?" He asks.

"That man right over the-" I start to say. I look and I see him and his car are gone.

Some girls started laughing, Jessica walks over to me, "You know Nemi I thought for once you weren't totally crazy... Then I remembered how silly I'm being." Jessica whispers in my ear.

"I swear Mr. Lance there was a man!" I yell. A few more girls giggle.

I heard whispers, if you haven't guessed... I'm not very popular. I'm what you would call a loser.

My dad had abused and raped me. I use to cut myself and people find it funny to make fun of me for it.

"Maybe it's her dad coming for her again, but I'm sure she'd like it." I heard a girl whisper.

"Look it looks like she cut again." Another girl whispered, then some giggling.

I act like I don't hear them even though I damn well do.

I look at my wrist, it doesn't even look like I've cut...

I now live with my older sister, she usually has a guy over, locked away in her room doing God knows what.

I bite my lip, I run off holding back the tears.

I go into the hallway after gym. I see the halls clear fast.

Words were dropped on me like bombs, "Whore." A guy mumbled in my ear, "Slut." Another boy mumbles, "Yuck, when is the last time you washed that nasty hair!" I girl says, it sounded like she was whispering but I think she meant everyone to hear...

I try to act like I can't hear them, but I'm guess they can tell I can.

There's two people in this whole school that doesn't pick on me for what my dad did, this really cute, popular boy, Jackson. The other is my best, and only, friend, Blake. He is also popular.

Jackson doesn't believe in bullying, and I have no idea how he got popular.

Blake was standing next to his girlfriend then he saw me.

"Nemi!" He yells then runs to me, leaving his girlfriend behind.

"You know that isn't my name, I hate being called that..." I mumble.

"But it is your name..." He says.

"Let me rephrase that, I'm not going by Nemi anymore, call me Quinn." I say.

"Why Quinn?" He asks.

"I've just always liked the name..." I mumble.

"Oh, let me see your wrist." He snaps at me.

I roll my eyes and I slowly roll up my sleeve. He moves my bracelets and looks, he smiles.

I fake a smile back.

Blake and I are not attracted to each other in anyway, but I think his girlfriend gets jealous. I don't understand why I'm not the least bit attractive... I do like one boy... I guess I was staring at him because Blake smacks my arm. I snap out of it.

"Collin?" He asks me shocked.

"Kinda..." I mumble. I open my locker.

"He's a jerk! You can't like him!" Blake says in shock.

"Not that big if a deal, he doesn't like me..." I mumble.

"You're beautiful, don't put yourself down. Plus you know, he'd go for any chick." I giggle.

"Thanks but I disagree, no guy has ever liked me." I close my locker and I walk away.

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