So apparently 6 kids went missing when they went searching for some clues. Zoe, Harper, Aaron, Kiya, Niko, and Gage. All of which are my friends. Only my friends have been put in danger, or witnessed my other friends in danger. I have a feeling this means something more. As I filtered through all the negative encounters I had, Jaydin was shouting in my ear trying to snap me out of it. He's known me for years, and he knew why I was in outer space. ¨Please don´t tell me you're overthinking this and making some crazy plans!¨ He knew exactly what I was doing, so I replied, ¨Nope.¨ with a very sarcastic tone.  Of course, he picked up on it immediately. Phoebe walked over, (Jaydin´s sis) and she took a 2 second glance at my face, and said, ¨I know what you´re thinking, and NO!!¨ Thing is, I already got Izzie to help me.

Izzie and I snuck out that night with a bag of food, two water bottles, med supplies, (Izzie obviously grabbed the fire extinguisher) and we turned on our phone lights and headed out to find the M.I.A. 

We searched and searched the school, every place we could think of, but we couldn't find them. We even looked in the ceiling where all of the power stuff is, but they were nowhere to be found. 

We started heading back, but then Izzie spotted something. ¨OMIGODICANTBELIEVEIJUSTFOUNDITNOWAYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!¨ She shouted in my face. ¨What? Are you fine?¨ I asked. ¨NO I JUST FOUND MY MISSING HOMEWORK!!!!¨ She replied. ¨Uh, you DO know that the teachers are all nowhere to be found, right?¨ I reminded her. She totally blocked me out and worked on it anyway, of course, Izzie, being Izzie.  

When we got back, our food and drinks were picked clean, and everyone was asleep. ¨We´ll get some more supplies in the morning¨ I decided. We took off one of the million curtains Mrs.Davison had on the window, split it, and we huddled underneath and drifted to a MUCH needed sleep.

Izzie shook me awake the next morning, shouting something about homework and bananas. I looked up tiredly and whispered, ¨you were just dreaming Izz.¨ She started to huddle under her part of the curtain again when I noticed something. The footsteps we usually hear are gone! I immediately ran upstairs to see, and no one was to be found! Better yet, someone ordered fresh clothes, and there were WAY too many packages in front of the door. I tried throwing a chair at the glass door to get them (My boyfriend, Noah, taught me. We don't ask questions), because the nurses´ supply had WAY too many clothes of the same freaking size. I tried and tried, but it was looking as though we had to keep using the school gym washer/dryer, wrapped in locker room towels, separated by girls and boys, waiting for the old hunks of metal to finish washing/drying our only clothes.

It has been a whole week since we were originally trapped here. Izzie has been carving the tallies in her old desk. I had counted them, and seven tally marks were carved lazily into her desk with some scissors from the art teacher's desk. I went out again to scout for the invader, and all was nice and quiet, undisturbed. I thought that this was very strange, and as I was thinking it over, someone crashed into me from behind, sending stabs of pain up my back, knocking me to the floor. I adjusted my head to see my attacker, and it was Izzie…. She said something about kids in black,  spray paint, and uh, Skittles…. That is her dog´s name, so I was obviously very confused. When she got off, Phoebe came running and crashed into Izzie, causing her to fall over and also shouting about kids in black with spray paint. Jaydin texted me while I tried to get up, telling me what had happened. Apparently, those six that were missing? They were helping the invader. 

¨I can't believe that they did this to us, put us in danger like this!¨ Marc started shouting from the stairs. ¨WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?!?!?¨ Phoebe started shouting. ¨Why haven't you been helping me with the food?¨ Evan shouted at Kori. ¨Why haven't you been helping me with securing the art room?¨ She shouted back at him. I just shook my head and walked over to Izzie. ¨We are never going to be able to keep this up if everyone acts like this all the time,¨ I mumbled. ¨All I know is that everyone is being a jerk to each other, and that's enough for me to agree.¨ She told me. We were making our way back to the art room when the power went off. Izzie checked her cellphone, and no bars. I pulled mine out and the second I logged in, there was a news story already published. I clicked into it, and the first words I saw in the headline were, ''Middle schoolers get trapped in buildings with no teachers''. 

''How did they find out? Why post about it? And, most of all, WHY AREN'T THEY HELPING?!?!'' Phoebe asked. She started pacing the room, something she only does when she is overthinking things. I know this all sounds like crap, but this isn't coming from CNN, and uh, I am experiencing it, so I know first hand. We started piecing everything together. ''WHat do we know?'' Phoebe asked. ''We know that there is no one in the building but us middle schoolers, the invader dude left his captives, being us, six kids betrayed us and went along with him, both you and Izzie SAW them, we can't throw chairs at the glass to get out, I mean… whaaaaa? 

Throw chairs? Who said anything about that?!?'' I said. ''You threw chairs at a window? Why am I surprised?'' Phoebe quipped. I smiled mischievously at her, and she just rolled her eyes. 

I dug through my bag, and I pulled everything out. We decided we are taking an inventory of everything we have, and I dunno if my stuff would help. It was packed with art stuff, and things for my youtube channel, TheArtistLive. Spray paint, regular paint, paintbrushes, colored pencils, sketchbooks, shading kit, more paint, my phone, my charger, my tripod, my light, more paint, and so on. Phoebe looked at all of my stuff, then back to my Color Dreamers (A Miami muralist group) backpack. ''Wow, they really do give good pay.'' she said. Miami art materials are very expensive in this part of the city, and if you have a lot of it, you're considered richer than rich among the teens. I am a well known artist and I have a lot of art stuff. I also help with interior painting, because it’s common to see murals in homes around my part of town, and it’s all the more cash, so why not? I´m rambling again. ANYWAY. Taking Inventory. We had enough food in all to last about a week and then some, each person had water. The plumbing wasn’t shut off, thank god. We also raided the first aid a week earlier, and kids get so many scrapes it’s not even funny. After we had patched up, I was walking around for patrol with Marc. We were headed back to the art room when we heard foreign footsteps coming our way. We started running. We almost made it when, I felt something crash into my back, and the world went dark.