It all started in a sophomore point geometry class. We were going over material that would be on the test tomorrow. But then our teacher, Mr. Hendrickson, stood up and said something I will never forget. He stood up and said, `` You will never go household. '' The classrom quieted as what he just said sank in. Some people were just as unlearned as always. Some were a little aghast. All of us were confused, so he replyed with a casual, `` You will never see your family again. '' Now we were officially spooked. Just the way he said it sent chills down our acantha. One student stood up and said, `` gaoler this, I 'm going home plate. '' Mr. Hendrickson just pulled a 9 millimeter pistol out from his desk and shot the bookman in the head. screaming rose and the pupil fell to the footing. Mr. Hendrickson shouted over the shriek, `` Do you conceive me ? ! ? Do you think me now when I tell you you will never see your mob again ? ! You will never go home ! '' the thigh-slapper continued, and we were wondering how people could n't hear us, could n't hear the thigh-slapper. It was then when we lost all Bob Hope in seeing our syndicate again. Mr. Hendrickson called two men into the classroom armed with AK 47 's and the class went soundless. The men herded us out the door and out to the bus loop where we were then loaded up on a bus. As we left the schoolhouse our hearts sank. We were on our way to wherever he felt like taking us. Some of us noticed the men putting on gasmasks but it did n't matter. By the prison term anyone thought to do anything or even react the quiescency gas was already ventilating through the whole bus.


4 years later ... ... ..
This case has been the baffling on all of us. No leads, no viewer it just seems like they vanished into thin air ! The police honcho took a deep intimation and continued, `` As always there have been treacherously lead story, maybe to throw us off their trail or maybe it 's just people looking for the reward money. We may never roll in the hay in fact we may never ... ... '' A knock penetrated the room. The chief yells at his repository for letting people into the building when it was supposed to be a individual get together. The secretaire calls on the telephone set and tells him that it 's a man who might induce a principal on the case he has n't given me all the inside information. The chief told her off because she had no trial impression that he knew what he was talking about, she replied with a startled vox, `` sir I just got a report in ! They found a woman ! ! A woman who fits the age description and physical one too ! She said her name is Anna. She 's been left at the car park, she 's dying ! ! ! ! ! '' the chief was intrigued if this could be a girl that was originally kidnapped maybe she could tell them where the former dupe were ! He shouted, `` On my way ! ! ''
Sirens blare throughout the city as the information was spread to every police station within 20 miles, telling them they found one, they need to hold on their eyes afford to see if any Sir Thomas More dupe can be found. The chief pulled up into the park, jumping out of the car before it had even stopped. He ran into the ballpark startling all the people that were left and the patrol police officer already at the scene. For some reason that particular police officer looked frightened, almost terrified. This made the police boss very scheme. The chief asked the police police officer if anything seemed out of the ordinary. The police officer, Epistle of James, replied, `` Out of the average ? Out of the fuckin ordinary ! ! This chick was beat up within an inch of her life ! She was dumped here as a argument. And she has marks all over her body ! Like they have when they have been operated on, except all over her ! ! She 's got this Negro canvas tent stuff on her binding that must be glued on to her because we can not get them off her ! '' the chief thinking for a moment and said thoughtfully, `` All over her consistency ? '' James replied with, '' yeah she was dumped here naked. Not a stitch of clothing on '' This angered the police honcho greatly. He could n't translate who could do something like this ! It was inhuman ! He walked over to the crime scene. They had n't moved her yet. She was lying there, as beautiful as can be. Dark brown hair glistened down her berm, her eyes were a brilliant shadiness of green gorgeous breasts, 34C 's, she was the most beautiful affair the police chief had ever seen. She was beckoning him closer with one hand. He walked over and grasped it tightly. She pulled him down close with breathtaking ease, and whispered into his ear. `` They experimented on us, made us nut. Do n't let them ... ... .do n't let them do it to other shaver. '' he said that he would do his very best. He asked her where she had been kept all these years. She smiled at him and breathed the actor's line out, `` So inhuman, ca n't feel anything glad it 's over. '' Her eyes closed for the last time. Her unit trunk relaxed. The disastrous thing on her back became light. The constabulary chief looked on in wonder, flipping her over and stretching the blackness out ... ... and he gasped. He fell back in shock, nauseous with the thought that someone would do this to sucks perfect holy person. Attached to the flesh on her book binding were bat annexe.

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