Friday, October 12th

After Chase said that, I thought it was all over. Luckily, I still had my other shoe. I tend to buy them in pairs. Anyway, this was my last chance. This small glimmer of hope that maybe I could aim it in the right direction again and give someone a nice blow to the head. Hopefully Chase.

I slid my shoe off using my other foot, which was half frozen by then. I put it onto my right foot and tried to get it balanced. Mustering all the strenght within me, i catapulted it towards them. I waited in anticipation for some kind of response. Then, Olivia said, "Okay. Who just hit me in the back of the head. And if you're hands are untied, why haven't you gotten us out yet?" Both Sean and Chase replied," It wasn't me," simultaneously. " Well, maybe someone's in here with us," Olivia told the others. "HELLO!?!!"

I tried to figure out a way to respond, but before I could, the kidnappers entered the arena. They grabbed me up, clenching my arms. Then, they gathered the others. They took off our blindfolds and put us into the trunk of a car together.
"Kaitlyn, you're the one who was hitting us on the head," Sean pointed out. I was regaining my voice and replied, "Yea, took ya long enough to figure it out."

Now, we were on our way to another destination. I wish I could have seen the faces of the kidnappers, but they were wearing ski masks. What could they possibly want us for? We hadn't done anything, or had we?

Monday, October 1st

So, the scenario I left you in is when we were all tied up together on the ice. It took me approximately 65 minutes to get the others to notice me. After I realized I couldn't yell, I knew I would have to find something to propell at them, but what?

Like an idiot, I laid there for an hour. Then, I realized I could take off my shoe using my foot and fling it at the others, given they aren't too far down the ice. It took 7 tries to get my shoe off. It was a bad day for me not to wear socks. As soon as my foot touched the ice, it was stuck there.

I miraculously balanced the shoe on the end of my foot. Gathering the little strenght left in me, I threw the shoe with my foot as far as I possibly could. Those 3 seconds were the longest in my life. Would it hit one of them? Did I overestimate their distance? Underestimate?

To my joy, I heard Sean remark that something had hit him in the head. "That's odd," Olivia pointed out. "I know this sounds weird, but it felt like a shoe," explained Sean.

Yes! Maybe they would figure it out. Realize someone was being held captive with them. Then, Chase went and said this.

"Well, we've been stuck in here for days. I keep imagining that the ice tastes like a junior whopper. Who knows, it could be a figment of your imagination."

YOU MORON!