• My name is Rane. My mother named me after my grandmother. It was a big honor; to be named after your grandmother. But i hate my name. I want my name to be big, bold and not some dumb old name like Rane. I go to a highschool where people have gorgoes names like Andria and Natilie. But no, I'm stuck with Rane. But this isn't what my story is about. It's about me moving, to a whole different country. We moved when my mom got a new job. It was a big offer, but the job took place in Mexico. I screamed at her when she told me, u had just made some really good friends. I also just got a boyfriend whom i loved so much. But yet two months later, my room is setup in my new house. That's when i became depressed. I hated life in Mexico. It was too dirty* and too sunny. I didn't like the beach either. Basically it was my own hell. I was trapped in this world of beaches and sunlight. It was terrifying. On my first day at Hiltion High School. Not only was it huge, most of the students were very tan. Unlike me. I was pale as an albino. I felt out of place. As i walked up the steps, i saw that many people talked Spanish. Oh no. I didn't speak Spanish; I had taken French at my old school. I would feel like an idiot if i spoke French in a Mexcian school. So at my first day, i played hookie. I ran all the way back to my house. I knew my mom was at work, so i opened the door and stepped in. I flopped down on my bed. What was i going to do? I would have to move back home. I would live with my friend Kasey. She would let me. So i packed a bag, left a note, and started walking. As i was walking, i realized that i was walking into downtown Mexico. My mom had told me that this part of Mexico was not safe. I walked a little faster. But then carma came back to bite me.
    "You there! Yo! Stop!"
    I looked real fast and saw a couple of guys walking toward me. i panicked and I walked faster until i was praticaly running. The men ran to catche up. The grabbed me.
    "Where you goin'? We have some plans for you."
    "Stop it! Let go of me!" I screamed, twisting my arms to get free.
    "Whoa, hold on. Your comin' with us."
    They dragged me down the street. All the while i was kicking and screaming. Soon we came to an open road, and i felt relived. I would just scream and someone would notice. But it was almost like they read my thoughts.
    "Don't scream or we'll kill you." He showed me a switch blade and i almost fainted.
    Their going to kill me.


    *I am not a racist against Mexico. I love Mexico myself.

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