Izzy stood in the living room tapping her high heels on the floor with her arms crossed waiting for us to answer her as she was getting angrier and angrier.
“Well, this was fun. Not. I’ll see ya later.” I said, turning around and leaving.
I went straight for the front door and walked outside and down to my house. But when I went inside, I knew that there was someone inside.
I opened the door cautiously and I saw a teenage girl sitting on the couch, looking really upset.
So I opened the door even wider and Jacob was standing on the other side of the room with his arms crossed, keeping an eye on her.
“Please? Help me. He’s kidnapped me.” She pleaded.
“Did you tell your mother any of this?” I asked.
“No. You asked me not to.” Jacob said.
“Good.” I said, closing the door behind
