"Make sure you don't play too hard today, and make sure you listen to what you've been told, I love you dear," Those were the last words my mother said as she kissed me on the cheek as I exited her car and walked to my class. I was ten years old at the time, short on memories but not of the final words I heard from my mother, whose face I couldn't recall. As I was getting out of my mother's car and walking to my class, a car sped up behind me and came to a complete halt. Two guys jumped out of the car and grabbed me. I was pushed into their car as my mother jumped out of her car and began shouting, chasing after the car barefoot as she appeared to be a new insane person. My school's gatekeeper tried to close the gate fast, but a bullet grazed his head, preventing him from doing so. Some automobiles from the school compound attempted to pursue us, and I strained to keep up with them with the limited strength I had at the time. I woke up in a strange room filled with kids, probably my age, and a handkerchief was placed over my nose, and I breathed the contents of the handkerchief. I'm not sure how the chase went, but I woke up in a strange room crowded with kids, maybe my age. The room was beautifully illuminated, and I could tell they'd been kidnapped just like me. The door burst open, and two big men with rifles in their hands walked in.