Kidnapper Yeah right.

                                    

                                          
Thank the lord it was Saturdays because I wouldn't have been able to go to school because I was not only a physical mess but also a mental wreck. My whole plan of emancipation was ruined. My life was ruined. I truly belive my father was put on this earth to f** up my life. Why was I even born to be used as a tool for my father to become even richer. 
                          
I sobbed more and more until I finally felt a nawing pain in my stomic. I went out to the kittchen to grab a poptart. I nibbled on its savoury little bits of of gooey filling and crunchy frosting. Though it was delicious it was still not enough to satisfy my hunger so I started rummaging through the fridge. "Excuse me miss Emily do you want me to prepare lunch." Mrs Cammy asked. Mrs. Cammy was our made who was always so kind but sometimes she scared the crap out of me. "Jesus Cammy don't sneak up on me like that. And no I would like it if you took an extra long lunch." I said kindly. She looked at me with a peculiar glance. "I can't do that miss." I handed her a hundred and told her that she should go out and have a life. She looked at me cheerful because she was working over time to support her kids. I was always happy to see Mrs Cammy because she always brightened my day.
                          
After that encounter I resumed my conquest to find food. Finally I decided I was tired of rich food. I got in my Mercedes and headed to the local frys. I went down to the soup isle and I saw a furmilier face. 'Jason I hope he doesn't see me I hate seeing people from school. Awww crap he saw me don't do anything stupid Emily.' I mentally coached myself. I walked over to the ramen and grabbed two. I then turned quickly to get out of the isle and bumped into Jason spilling everything he had in his basket. "Oh my god I'm so sorry." I say dropping to the ground to pick up the items that had fallen. I moved my hand over to a broken jar of marinara sause and cut myself on the broken glass. "Owww son of a.." he cut me off "just go away I don't need your help." he snaped. I looked at him in shock "hey I'll get you a new one calm yourself." I said in a joking tone. He got up and walked away without saying thank you might I add. 
                          
I asked management for a mop which they happily supplied. I took the cleaner they had also supplied me with and started mopping up the red chunky sauce. It kept smearing. "Listen sauce you going to get moped up weather you like it or not. Oh god I'm talking to inanimate objects again." I made a loud sigh and attempted to clean up the spilled sauce. This time I decided to get on my hands and knees and use paper towels. "Haha" I shout triumphantly that I had finally taken care of that sauce. After my victory with the sauce I went up to the check our and sat in line for like five minutes which felt like an eternity. "Is that all for you today." She said in a clearly fake happy voice. "Yeah" I said excited to get out of the store so I could cook and eat my food. "Ok that will be .. Oh my god you're bleeding " she shouted staring at my cut that was actually bleeding quite a bit. "Oh it's fine" I assured her while handing her a five. 
                          
On the way home I sat in traffic and thought about my life which in turn made me cry. I kept driving home despite my tears. I got out of my car slamming my door behind me to release some of my pent up anger. 
                          
I put a pot of boiling water on the stove and went to go a dress my wound. I had just finished bandaging my hand I heard our security alarm going off. 'Great another one of fathers drills. I'm not even going to try anymore.' I walk out to the kitchen to finish cooking my Raman. I looked around and saw a person in all black with a ski mask on. "Wow my father's really going all out on this drill. Great you caught me you can go and report to my father now." I snaped. I assumed that this was a boy because of his simi-macular figure. He steped closer to me and I just went back to making my lunch. Soon he was right behind me. "Your coming with me now." he said using an electronic voice changer to diskize his real voice. "I see so your a kiddnaper yeah and I'm Santa." I sarcastically spat at him. He then put his hand over my mouth to prevent me from screaming and plunged a needle containing a sedative into my shoulder and I was out.