A Personal Narrative: Abduction

Introduction

On 3rd January 2006, as a young girl aged 13 years, will forever remain the day I lost my trust in people I once held dear. I was soundly asleep in my room when my parents entered and called out my name. "Sofia," my mother whispered. She requested me to get up as we were departing for a journey I did not know to where. The time was three a.m. and still had hangover due to the lack of sufficient sleep the previous night. My parents never told me why and where we are going that early in the morning, as our trips were always discussed two days prior as it was the routine. I sat up in my bed confused for some time. After thirty minutes I was fully dressed and ready for the departure. Just when we were about to leave, my father came in with two men clothed in military uniform and pointed to me, and he said amidst tears, "there she is, but please do not take advantage of her." I could not believe what I was seeing. My parents were giving their only daughter away. But neither you nor I can judge them; there is more than meets the eye.

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Flashback to one year ago, in the year 2005, I was doing my final 8th-grade exam. As it was the school culture, the best performing girl got to secure a scholarship to the high school of their choice in any state. Brenda, my childhood friend since the first day of school, was my only competition in the quest for securing the scholarship. She was a determined girl and could do anything to secure the first position to be eligible for the scholarship. Her parents, military officers, gave in their all to ensure that was possible. However, I was simply the best, and this was attributed to me securing the first spot and won myself the scholarship. Since then my best friend turned into a foe. Unexpected incidences began to transpire. I noticed my parents started making trips to Brenda's home, having meetings which were never disclosed to me. Every time I used to ask as to why they go to their home without me, they came up with excuses. One of the days after the meetings I overheard my parents having heated arguments in their bedroom. This one sentiment got me thinking, "Do you think it would be a good idea selling our only daughter..." my mother said. I felt shaken but kept it to myself.

Those two men dressed in military attire tied me up and dragged me into their vehicle. I screamed for help, but my guardian angel was nowhere to come for my rescue. The car started moving, and after about two hours we started turning into smaller roads in the suburban setting and eventually stopped in front of what seemed like an old warehouse. "Get out, take this note and follow me," one of the men directed. The man sounded harsh, but deep down I felt he had that tender care a father could have for his daughter. Once inside, there was a setting of a beautiful living room. The setting was familiar as the leading students who revoked their scholarships seemed to give out speeches in pre-recorded video footage citing reasons for their decision. Suddenly, I came to the realization of my abduction. To my surprise my parents were there before us, at the moment I experienced mixed feelings, I did not know whether to cry for what they had just done to me or be excited that nothing terrible is going to happen at me. The reception was excellent with the standards of a five-star hotel. Preparations began, I was obliged to feel warm and jovial during the recordings failure to which I was threatened not to see my parents again. The set was done within a few minutes, and I was ready to turn down the scholarship offer that I worked for my entire 8th grade.

"Hello everyone, my name is Sofia..." I began. "After a deep reflection, I want to inform you that I will no longer accept the scholarship offer, but I request the school administration to give it to the rightful owner, Brenda, who deserves it because I cheated in the examination." After concluding the speech, my heart sank. But a miracle happened, Tom, my guardian angel, as we used to refer to each other, got my message which I sneaked in our "happy place" moments before departure and informed the police of my abduction. The police arrived and rescued me from the hands of the abductors. That is why I continued with my scholarship until this day when I am in my final year of high school. From this heartbreaking experience, when I finish my high school year, I will advocate for the rights of children particularly the girl child who is prone to societal mistreatment.