Moira and Gentry

THUD!! Moira tumbled to the green hard-carpeted ground, head just missing a collision with the how-to section’s bookcase. “Quiet—we’re in a library!” whisper-screamed a lanky seventeen-year-old, holding out his pale hand to his best friend. “Sorry,” apologized the frazzled young woman, taking Gentry’s help up, brushing the dust of the school library’s floor off the back of her brown corduroy trousers.

“Come on, we gotta find that book... how did you fall? There was nothing to trip over?” chuckled Gentry. Moira smiled, “I was staring at that bald spot you gave yourself from tryna shave your head. Pretty sure you did it wrong, unless you were going for a Buddhist monk ‘do... then, you might have actually done an okay job.”

“I knew I shoulda been walking slower,” sighed Gentry with a snicker in his voice. “Walk in front of me.”

Soon, the two rummaged their way to and checked out a book on how to cut, shave, and buzz hair properly.

Once outside, they began playing a game where they would try and grab the book from each other on their way to Moira’s house, where they were to soon have dinner at. During their game of “steal the book” Moira’s clumsiness once again took reign as she tripped on an uneven crack in the cement. Instead of greeting cards ground with her landing however, it was a stranger that saved her from a hard hit. Instead of falling backward or becoming unsteady after having run into another person, like she thought would have happened, she felt the stranger’s arms envelope her into immobility. She tried to scream, but found it impossible to, because as soon as she had found the volume in her voice to hopefully get someone’s attention, the chance to yell out for help was stolen... stolen by the stranger’s duct tape he had swiftly placed over her mouth.

Gentry would have tried to set Moira free if he, too, had not become captive in the same situation. His mouth was duct taped and his arms were being held captive by a different stranger.

Suddenly, two more strangers came up to the captives and knocked out the two teenagers.

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One hour later, Moira and Gentry awoke, their eyes first seeing graffitied dumpsters. They soon realized they were handcuffed to a cement staircase, in an alleyway. "Are you okay?" questioned Moira. "They removed the duct tape," stated Gentry. "Yeah, I'm okay."

Suddenly, they remembered they were missing something. "Where's the book?" he asked. "I thought you had it," she replied. "I couldn't hold it while being abducted," sarcastically remarked Gentry.

"Oh, yeah. I forgot."

"You forgot? You forgot we were kidnapped?!"

"Well," shrugged Moira.

"Is this normal for you? You get abducted all the time? It's no big deal?" sardonically commented Gentry, chuckling slightly.

"Are you hungry? I'm hungry. I'm feelin' some raspberries and a taco or maybe something else," explained Moira.

"I wish I was eating my mom's homemade green chili soup."

"Where are we?" asked Moira, not seeing any road signs or geographic markers in sight.

Gentry stuck out his head from side to side, looking for any signs that they might be near the library. "I don't know."

"Do you think they're gonna kill us?"

"They probably already would have if they wanted to. I don't know why they took us but I'm pretty sure they won't murder us."

"What's that? Did you feel that?" asked Moira. They looked up at the sky. It was gloomy, gray, looked like it was about to rain. "Great," propounded Gentry, as the rain began to pick up and pelt down on them.

(To be continued...)