The Black Cadillac

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I remember it like it was yesterday.

I was walking to school one morning, and a black vehicle pulled to the side of Bunts Road, rolled down the window, and said, “Hey, kid, would you like a ride to school?” I yelled out “No!” and ran the rest of the way to school. Because of being properly educated by my parents and teachers, I am alive today.

When I arrived at school completely out of breath and filled with anxiety, I went straight to the assistant principal’s office. There, I told the secretary what had happened, and nothing was done. I was told that I was safe now and that there was nothing that could be done. I was utterly annoyed with that secretary.

Though I was thankful to not be taken, I wanted so badly for those beady eyes in that car—which I could only see partially because of the dark window being half down—to be caught. There was no doubt in my mind that this was a real kidnapper, a child abductor, and a bad man.

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