I WALK ON AN OLD PATH, IN A DAZE NOT RELIZING WERE I WAS GOING.WHEN MY EYES TRAVEL ED UP TO MEET THE GAZE OF “DREAMBOAT,” HIGHSCHOOL, COOL, MR. POPLUAR, HEAD OF JOCKS (JOCK ARE STUPID). JEAN FELDER. HIS NAME IS SO WEIRRED. I DIDN’T WANT TO ASOSATE WITH THAT, SO I WENT TO TURN Away. when I felt something grab me, I hate things touching me. like girls in horror movie I was going to scream. no sound came OUT; there was a damped cloth of some type that smelt like old people over my mouth. I start to panic. complete darkness came over my head. whatever or WHOEVER IS doing this has bound my hands and feet. all of a sudden I stop t