{{Ivan}}
I slowly become conscious of the sounds of soft talking. Almost as if in whispers. I slowly open my eyes and am greeted by boys younger and up to around my age. I instantly realize I too have become a target of the kidnappers.
“Where are we?” I ask no one in particular
“I wish we knew” someone answers and I look to see itʻs Hallman, one of my classmates from my auto mechanic class. As my eyeʻs adjust I realize there are a lot of guys from school and from the looks of it, about 40 of us. The room is large and set up with individual beds like a summer camp or something.
“Do we know why weʻve been taken and by whom?” I ask
“So far, no. Some of us, we think but not entirely sure, have been here for two weeks. There is one room connected
