A Close Call With A Kidnapper

• Ella Fraser, Grade 5
• Short Story
• 2017

A Close Call with A Kidnapper
One day I was riding home from school a man suddenly appeared out of the shadows. He was wearing a leather jacket black gloves and a hairy brown beard. From that moment I saw him I was scared and started edging away. “Come her kid I’ve got some sweets for you. He said in a deep and spooky voice. While begging me to get in his Mercedes bens 2758. From that moment he finished his sentence I knew he was a kidnapper.I started to riding as if I was trying to break the pedals. “Your parents asked me to pick you up!” yelled a man as he chased me into a dark smelly alley. And he paused to take a break a breath. Even though I didn’t slow down until I got home. I threw my bike on the ground and ran into the door. After I recovered from shock I slammed the door I quickly typed 000 as fast as I could. Once I had stopped saying random words and told them the facts even the car he owned. For the next week my mum drove me to school. When I heard the kidnapper was caught my eyes almost fell out of my head. One thing was certain I would never ride to school again.