I have woken up early this morning of June 10th, 1991. I am waiting for my mom to come in my room to kiss me good-bye before she goes to work, I made a point the night before to remind her to kiss me good-bye. She has left and she has forgotten.
I feel a little queasy this morning and briefly considered telling Carl, my stepdad, that I feel sick and can't go to school today, but change my mind to avoid an argument. I make my way out the front door, down the long walkway to the stairs.
As I am walking, I hear a car behind me. The car pulls up beside me, he leans slightly out of his car and starts to ask me for directions. His hand shoots out of the window and before I could even register that he has something black in his hand, I hear a crackling sound and I feel paralyzed. The strange man hauls me up and shoves me up and into the backseat and down onto the floorboards of his car. My brain feels fuzzy and I don't understand what's happening, I want my mommy.