I hadn't told anyone about this except for my mom.
For the first time in months, I ate a full meal, replaced my hole-ridden shoes, bought a clean set of clothes, and even went to the bathhouse for a luxurious soak.
That evening, as I was burping my way back to school after dinner, a flashy car suddenly swerved in front of me, its headlights nearly blinding me.
A handsome man in a suit stepped out of the car and walked straight towards me.
Thankfully, luxury cars are a common sight at our school, or I'd be the talk of the campus by tomorrow.
"Is this you, Everly Marrow?"
The man asked impatiently, shoving his phone in my face with a stern and irritated expression.
The photo on his phone showed me crouching in front of a wealthy woman, picking up money.
Unfazed, I burped before replying, "Yes, that's me. What's up?"
The man rolled his eyes at me as if I were an idiot, then dialed a number.
"I've found her. I'm bringing her back now."
Then, out of nowhere, two burly men in suits grabbed me and shoved me into a luxury car. They even snatched my phone away.
Was it kidnapping? Was it human trafficking?