My first story

One day a young girl was walking down the street, the same street she walked down so many times before, listening to her favorite song on her IPod nano. She had just walked by my house; little did I know that this girl would change my life forever.
At the time I was twelve, I’m not sure how old Emily was, and I’m guessing she was ten. I had just moved into the neighborhood, and she was the first person I had met, not to mention the only girl, besides my mom, who I had met.
While I was unpacking my comic books she came up behind me and tapped me on the shoulder. She made me jump, and I dropped the box, and it broke. My comic books were everywhere, it was a little embarrassing. But Emily just smiled, and knelt down to help me pick them up.
We spent the rest of the day together her and I. We talked, and laughed, and joked, and played, I was so surprised that a girl could be just as much fun to be around as a guy. All the time I never realized that I had begun to love her, well that is until her sixteenth birthday party.
* * *
During those six years we stayed close. We were never anything more than friends, and I was the guy her dad ever trusted. Yes, I dated, and yes she dated, but our relationship was always stronger. She had her girlfriends, and I had my guy friends, but we both knew that if anything ever happened we had each other. Up until then everything was great, we told each other everything, we hung out everyday, and we always did our homework together. Then something happened to her, something that no one could explain. She was kidnapped. No one saw or heard it happen, she had told me she was going to get the door, but she never came back.
After about ten minutes I started to really worry. I went inside, and asked her mom, Sue, if she had seen her, and she replied, “no, but if you see her will you tell her to see me?” I said yes, and asked her to do the same thing for me.
An hour passed and still Emily had not been seen. I called 911, and asked to speak to the police; they said that they would have an investigator sent right over.
2 hours in and the cops are just starting to question people. I was the first person they interrogated, I answered there questions, and they took my fingerprints and DNA, and I went home. I tried calling Emily on her cell phone, but it went right to voicemail. Then I went to bed.
When I woke up Emily’s house was lined with yellow tape, which read, “CRIME SCENE DO NOT CROSS.” I then went to her favorite spot in the whole town, the big oak tree, next to the lake, in the center of the town. I went there to think, and to get away from everything, and everybody. I sat down under the tree on the big rock where Emily and I had done so many times before. I looked down at my feet and then to the ground, and I saw a white envelope, “To whoever finds this.” It was written in Emily’s writing! I opened it hastily and written inside was a paragraph scribbled on the piece of paper. It said
“If you are reading, this, you have probably realized that I have been taken. I am not sure where this letter has ended up, but I would like it to be put in the hands of my best friend, Kevin Sampson (that’s me) Kevin when you read this, do not show it to the cops. I was put into a white van, which said something in Spanish on the side. I got the license plate number…765 DED from Florida (I think) PLEASE HELP ME!!!
Emily”

As soon as I read it I knew I needed to tell someone, even if Emily did not want me too. I told the cops the plate number, and described the van. They asked me how I knew this information, but I told them that I could not tell them, and they would have to trust me.
I then got on my bike and began riding around town, looking in garages, alleys, and in parking lots, for the described vehicle. I had no luck. It soon got dark, and late, my parents would start to worry if I did not get back. I went home to find my parents out looking for me. I explained what I had been doing, and they lectured me in leaving it to the police, and how, especially during this time, that they no where I was. I apologized even though I didn’t mean it, and I went up to bed.
The next morning I was the first one awake and I left a note saying that I went out, and would be back later. Then I got on my bike and continued my search for the white van.
* * *
Emily woke up to a bumpy car ride, she couldn’t move because she was bound to a metal pole in the back of the van. She could hear the man who had taken her singing to some old rock and roll music, and she could smell a strong smoke. She opened her eyes, and swathe dirty seat on which she laid, broken beer bottles, and many unlabeled boxes.
Then with a small jerk (the car turned) she fell off the seat, and onto the floor with a, “thud.” She just barely missed a piece of broken glass.
The car then stopped and the music ceased. The man then got out of the car, opened the back door and took Emily out of it. She recognized where she was, she was still in her town. She was praying to god that the man would switch cars, so that someone would find the van and call the police. Her prayer came true; the man gave Emily a bag of chips, and put her in a small car. This car was much cleaner, and did not smell (yet). The man then got in the front and told Emily that if she just sat there, and stayed quiet he would not tie her up. Emily did not say anything; she just stared at the man, trying to get every detail of his face, his hair, and his voice. Then she turned and stared out the window, to pay attention to where he was bringing her.
* * *
I was still looking around town for the white van, when my mom pulled up beside me in her car. She told me to get in, but I did not listen, I was determined to be Emily’s hero. I turned and drove down a small alley that my mother could not fit down in the car. I turned around when I was half way through the alley and I saw her standing outside her care shaking her head. I knew the consequences of my actions, but I did not care; all I cared about was Emily.
This alley was not familiar to me, and when I came out on the other side I was in a parking lot. When I realized where I was, I looked around, and on the other side of the parking lot I saw the white van with something written in Spanish on the side. It had the license plate “765 DED” on the back.
I opened the door, and prayed to god that she was not in there. She wasn’t, but what I did find was her chain, that I gave her for her twelfth birthday. Then I found her cell phone on the dirty floor of the van. There was one voicemail message; I got the message, and found that it was a ransom message, and I called the police. I told them where I was, by giving the directions I took, they were able to find where I was, and took the more direct route. I showed them the chain, and the cell phone, I let them listen to the voicemail. The cops told me that they would record the message, and give the phone back to me, incase anyone should call it.
The voicemail was:
-I have your precious friend, Emily; she is alive, and behaving. But if you ever want to see her again you must send Kevin Sampson to me with $1,000,000.00 cash, and you can have Emily back-
He never said where or when I had to meet him, I think I’ll leave that to the cops. I went home; I completely forgot that I had run away from my mom, so when I walked in the door she went ballistic. Then, when she was done, I told her what had happened, and she was in complete shock, so I went to my room. When I was up there, and my door was closed, I heard my cell phone beeping. I went over to my bed on which it lay, and picked it up; it said that I had a new voicemail message. It was EMILY! She sounded rushed, and confused.
-Kevin, I can’t talk long, I wanted to tell you that I am in a little black car with the license plate number “224-URD.” I also wanted you to know that I am okay, and I miss you. The last time I saw a sign was like a half hour ago, and it said, you are now leaving Westport, and entering Eastport. HELP KEVIN! Tell my parents I love them and I’ll be back hopefully soon. I have to go, bye.-
I listened to it multiple times, and then I called Emily’s parents, and told them what she wanted me to tell them. Then I called the cops, and they came by and picked me up and brought me to the police station. They put an alert on the police radio about the little black car with a license plate “224-URD.”
Then the sheriff told me what we were going to do about the ransom. He told me that he would get the money, and that I would have to call “our guy,” and tell him, where I will meet him. We will know exactly where you are, but we will not be there.
After we listened to the tape again, but this time the background had been enhanced, and Emily’s voice was taken out. I could hear little kids screaming, and I could hear the sound of ocean waves hitting the shore, and rocks. The cops told me to go home, and not to go looking for her.
Although I promised that I wouldn’t go looking for Emily, I could not help myself. She had now been missing for almost three days, and I was starting to miss her, more than I could handle. So I left the police station, and went to my house. I got my keys, got in my car, and set off for a beach in Eastport.
When I arrived there I saw the little black car with the license plate number “224-URD,” I heard the same ocean waves, that I had heard on the phone. I got out of my car, and walked over to the little black car, and looked inside, I again found a message. It was written in the dust on the dashboard. It said, “HELP, I think I’m done for!” And that’s all it said.
I called the cops, and I told them how I disobeyed them, then I told them that I had found the car. Although furious that I had disobeyed them, they were pleased that something good had come from it.
One of the cops saw a piece of paper in the cassette slot. He took it out, and read it, and then he handed it to me. It said, “Tomorrow at the closest shipyard, and to be there at noon.”
After I read it, my heart started racing. I would meet the person that kidnapped Emily tomorrow. I would see Emily tomorrow! I will be her hero! What if she’s not there? What if this is a setup? What if she’s dead? All these thoughts were racing through my mind
I went home, walked straight past my [worrying] parents, and directly to my room, without a word. When I got there I heard my parents clobbering up the stairs, so I locked my door, and started to change. When my parents tried to enter my room I told them that I was changing, and then going to bed, and not to disturb me.
Although shocked by what I said to them they listened, which surprised me. They said that if I was hungry, (which I was) there is food in the fridge, but I’d rather starve then tell them what happened earlier that day. So I found some granola bars in my room, and ate a couple of them. Then I went to bed after setting my alarm clock for 9:00 AM.
When I woke up I quickly got myself ready, and grabbed a couple more chewy bars, and got in my car, and drove to the police station. I got there at 9:35 AM, and I could only find one of the cops that were helping me on this case. I hung out in his office, and I even got one of his beloved doughnuts.
Soon Alfred and I, (the cop who gave me the doughnut) went to the meeting room, where we met the other officers on the case. Now it was 11:15, so we all went to the nearest shipyard, I got to drive Alfred’s police cruiser. (I have to say under any other circumstance that would have been the highlight of my day.) But right now all I cared about was seeing Emily, [I hoped.]
When we go there, we stopped by a gate. I got out of the car, and saw a message written in the sand, it said-
-send Kevin (only) in with the $1,000,000-
The cops agreed to let me go in, and they said they would surround the shipyard. If I did not come out in an hour they would send someone in. I said okay, and entered the shipyard.
I followed the signs that told me where to go, and I finally reached a boat chair in the middle of a clearing. I walked over to it, and saw that it said, “Kevin sit here, and wait for me, and Emily.” So I sat. And I waited.
After what felt like twenty minutes, I saw something move on one of the boats. I got up, and slowly walked over to the boat, holding the money as tightly as I could, and I said Emily’s name, trying as hard as I could to show no fear in my voice. There was no answer, but I walked to the swim platform, at the rear of the boat, climbed up the ladder that was place there. When I got up there I looked inside the cabin, and saw Emily tied to a bed inside. I dropped the money, and ran down to help Emily. Realizing too late of the mistake that I had just made. I lost my only leverage, my only bargaining chip. He, the man that I had been dreading to meet was standing behind me, holding the bag in his hands, and staring at me. I turned around, and I was shocked to see my best friend Carl Jacobs standing there. The only word I could say was, “why?” He did not have a response, he just stood in the same spot, and didn’t move, and just stared at me.
I broke the silence, by saying, “you have your money now let us go.” I then realized that I had made another mistake.
Carl took out a gun, and pointed it at me. Although I was very nervous that these could be the last moments of my life, I did not show it though, because of Emily, and because if you show fear, then it gives your enemy power. I started to talk to him. I told him he would be making a life changing mistake, and would probably have life in prison, rather then a few years. Then, since that did not seem to work; I told him, that he would regret doing what he was about to do. I reminded him of how I had been there for him when his father had committed suicide, and how I was there for him when he first moved here.
I new that had worked, because I saw him lower the gun a little, and I saw that his dull green eyes were glassy, and wet. When he blinked the tear that had built up in his eye, fell upon his cheek, and continued down the side of his face, leaving a muddy path where it passed (because he was so dirty). Then with a loud clunk the gun fell free from his hand, and hit the floor with a loud “CLUNK,” which made me and Carl jump, because of the loud noise against the silence of the shipyard.
I grabbed the gun off the floor, and held it up for protection, and leverage on Carl. I ran down into the cabin, fallowing Carl so he couldn’t run. I untied Emily which was difficult, because she was unconscious. Although difficult, I managed to carry Emily down the ladder, while forcing Carl to do the same. I led Carl to where he cops were, Emily in my arms. When we reached the entrance gate, Albert ran over, as fast as he could, he fumbled with the handcuffs, and put them on Carl’s hands. I carried Emily over to where the paramedics were waiting, and then I told one of the cops where the bag of money was. I then got in the ambulance with Emily to go to the hospital.
I stayed at the hospital all night, waiting for Emily to wake up. She didn’t. Well, she didn’t till the next afternoon. She was thrilled to see me, and very anxious to know how I managed to save her. I told her the whole story, and what happened on the boat.
The doctor’s said that Emily would be released in a couple hours. So I went to the cafeteria to have lunch, while they ran tests on Emily.
After I ate, I went back to Emily’s room, and waited till she was released. I drover her home, and walked her up to the door. And that’s when it happened. I leaned over and kissed her, and she kissed me back, and we finally felt that we had been completed. Her father opened the door, and interrupted our moment, but I couldn’t blame him. I told Emily that I would call her later, and then I went home. I told my parents the whole story. I new they wanted to ground me, because I had disobeyed them so many times in the last week. But to my surprise they gave me a warning, and told me that, had I not found Emily, I would have been grounded.
I had completely lost track of the days. Today was Sunday, the Sunday that ended April vacation. We had school tomorrow. Things were going to be so messed up. Where as my best guy friend was in jail awaiting trial, and my best (girl) friend was all over the news.
I woke up the next morning to a camera crew in my bedroom. They wanted to know how I saved Emily, and caught the guy who kidnapped her. Even though I was in my pajamas, and didn’t want the attention, I told the story, the same story I had told two times already. (Three times counting this one).
When I got to school it seemed that everyone wanted to be my friend. People, who wouldn’t look at me, now loved me. I was king of the school. But all this king wanted to do was find his queen.
I found her easily. She was surrounded by a huge group of girls, who were giving her sympathy, which I knew she did not want.
I went over and kissed her on the cheek from behind. She didn’t know that it was me, until she turned around. And we shared the perfect kiss, which lasted forever. Although the kiss did not last forever, our relationship did.
* * *
…6 years later…
Carl got out of prison a few months before our wedding. We passed him in the street; he apologized to Emily, and said that the only reason that he had done it was because he was jealous of me, for being best friends with Emily. He said the only way he could get rid of his jealousy was to do something to have me lose Emily temporarily.
We invited Carl to the wedding, because had it not been for him, Emily and I could have wound up marrying the wrong people.
It is his ‘fault’ we are getting married, so we forgave him. Now we are friends, except we never leave him alone with anyone, and we will never leave him alone with our kids….EVER!



THE END