This book is dedicated to my parents who support me with my passion to write.

    I was already awake before the alarm clock rang, I was staring at the ceiling thinking about my brother. "Jordan, he was such a nice guy. I can't believe he's living in California now." I thought. My mother opens the door and sees me.

"Claire, it's Jordan isn't it? You know that you're not the only one who misses him right? Dad and I have a hard time adjusting too. I still remember the time when Jordan brought you to the park with him when you were still five, you two were so sweet together." 

I give my mom a faint smile before she left. I get up and head to the bathroom. Suddenly, I hear a scream followed by gunshots. By instinct, I drop to the ground and look for the sharpest object I can find, a pair of scissors. I lock the door and hold my breath. Then, I stand near the door ready to attack anyone who tries to break in. I hear voices outside.

"Eight, I told you this was a mistake, we just exposed ourselves. Thirty-One is not here!" 

"Twenty-Four, be patient we haven't checked the whole place yet we might have just her."

Her? Who are they talking about? Then I hear another voice, a deep one, "Seriously guys, how about the bathroom?" One of them try the doorknob. 

"It's locked."

I gasp and grip my weapon, the pair of scissors. Then, the door is kicked open and four men wearing black look at me. I yell and charge but the one in front, a tall, bald man with chinky dark eyes and dark skin, just holds my wrist and sighs, "It's her."