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Hey, I don't even know if anyone reads this anymore, or if anyone ever did. So if your reading this, please help me with ideas or just let me know that this isn't just a waste of my time.
~Thanks.

Oh and Trailblaiser, I know you occasionally read my blog, but I would really apreciate it if you gave me ideas or advice, because I honestly have no idea where I'm going with this.

Jake

    About thirty minutes after Clair left, we all got kicked out of the theater. Apparently you're not allowed to argue during a movie, something about ruining the movie for everyone else.
    When I got home, I called Clair's cell phone to make sure she made it home safely. The phone rang once, then went to voice-mail. "I guess she never turned her phone back on after she left the movie," I said to myself.
    The next day Clair wasn't in class, I went to find Clair's best friend, Jen. She looked confused when I found her.
    "I was just looking for you, have you seen Clair? Is she sick?" Jen asked
    "That's what I was about to ask you. I haven't seen her all day. I tried to call her last night to check on her, like always, and her phone was off."
    "I guess she's sick and just forgot to let us know. Should we go to the Cafe anyways?" 
    The Cafe is were our little group hangs out on Fridays after school.
    "Well I'm going, if she feels better she can join us."
    "OK. Well, I gotta go, Nate is waiting on me. See you then."
 

this is chapter 2 of my book. like it? does it need improvement? let me know what you think.

Prologue

Clair Johnson

   I was on a quadruple date with my three best friends and, obviously,their dates, at the movies. During a slow part of the movie, I slipped out to the bathroom. When I came back, our group was quietly arguing about something in the movie, so I decided to leave.

   I was walking home when I had the strange feeling that I was being followed. I ignored the feeling, telling myself that I was just being silly. This wasn't unusual for me. I always seem to feel like someone is watching me while I walk home. I knew I was just being paranoid, I do read a lot of mystery novels.

   Then something new happened.

      I heard footsteps behind me.

         I resisted the urge to turn and look behind me, it could just be a coincidence, someone else was probably walking home, like me, and just happened to be going the same direction as me.

   I turned down the next street, the stranger did also. I turned again, so did the stranger. I walked faster and the footsteps behind me sped up. I ran and the starnger did also. The footseps became louder as the stranger got closer. I took another turn and all of a sudden found myself in a cul-de-sac that I didn't recognize.

   I serched for an escape route, but found none. Triumphant laughter coming from behind me almost made me jump out of my skin. I tried to scream, but no sound came out. I whirled round, to face the source of my terror. The stranger wore a trench coat, a fedora, and dark sunglasses.

   "There's nowhere left for you to run, little girl," he said ith an evil smile on his face.

   i attempted to run past him to freedom, but he grabbed my wrist and yanked me to his chest and held a gloved hand over my mouth. I struggled,kicked, and clawed at him, trying to get away.

   I was slowly losing consciousness, and right before I passed out, I thought...

      his glove smells weird...

         then the orld went black.

this is the prologue to my story, btw, it's not all doom and gloom, in case you're wondering,when I write the rest, that is.

Jen

    Hi, Jen here. It all started when my best friend, Clair decided to mind her parent's FBI secrets. She always was into reading mystery novels, she was the kind of person who solves the mystery 10 chapters before te book does, and then tells me before I've even figured out who the suspects are (which by the way, is pretty annoying, but I've gotten used to it)
    Clair heard her parents talking one night about _____ in ____ trying to _____. She then took  it upon herself to find out all her parents knew about the mystery.
    "You shouldn't get involved in this kind of thing, sweetheart," her mom replied when Clair asked them.
    "But I could help. Spy on suspects, find out what their up to, it would be great family bonding time."
    "Clair, you don't understand,this stuff is dangerous, we're talking about espionage." her dad lectured.


Please let me know what you think and tell me what you think should go in the blanks, I couldn't decide.

Riddle

You put me in your mouth,
      But you do not eat me.
You clean me regularly,
      But I am not your teeth.
Most people have had me before,
      But I do not stay long.

What am i?