I woke up in a 2012 Dodge Ram red van. There were three other people in the van, all of which were wearing black shoes, pants, coat, and a mask. I pretended I was asleep, they took my mother’s phone and set it on the center console. I slowly took it and slipped it in my pocket, no one noticed that I had taken it.
Suddenly the van stopped and I was thrown out of the car. I looked around me, I was at a four-way intersection down one road was a bank, another was a hospital, another was a store, and the way I came from, the road seemed to never end. I walked for what seemed like eternity to the hospital to call my family to come ad pick me up, then I realized I couldn’t call my mother because I had her phone, and it was dead so I couldn’t use it to call anybody. “Can I please use your phone to call my family to come pick me up?” I pleaded.
The hospital wouldn’t let me use their phone, so I took off in the other direction on my way to the bank. “Can I use your phone to call my family?” I cried out as I entered the bank. I was relieved to know that they were nice enough to let me use it I called my father through the bank’s phone and he gave the phone to my mother and I told her the whole story. They said they’d be there in a half hour to pick me up and that everything would be okay, I was pretty tired now, so I sat down in a nice comfy chair and fell asleep within minutes.