My eyes fluttered open. I wanted to get up, I couldn't move. I wanted to scream, I couldn't find my voice. I wanted to give up, but I had to much Pride. I squirmed uncomfortably, at the rope burns around my ankles and wrists. I looked around the classroom. To be so full of people, it was quiet, almost lifeless.

"Hi." I heard a voice whisper beside me. I turned my head. It was Grace Bowman.

"Hey." I whispered back. "What happened?" I asked, confusion for why we were tied up.

"Some crazy men came in, holding our class hostage, been a few hours, I'm guessing." she whispered. I nodded my head.

"I'm Amy Juergens." I told her. She nodded, not replying for the men were back.

"Okay, so one of Ya have to go!" a man with a deep voice said loudly. My breath got caught in my throat, I broke into a sweat. I wished I was at home, not having my life dangled in the air, about to break and fall to it's death.