The three girls were led forward, sharp pressure digging into their sides as the cold metal stayed hidden beneath bags and jackets. Their phones had already been snatched away, confiscated and clutched by one of the girls trailing behind them. No way to call for help. No way to run.
They were completely on their own.
Each of them was still trying to wrap their heads around how the situation had spiraled so fast. Just minutes ago, they were talking about barbecue. Now, they were being forced down unfamiliar streets by strangers with knives.
Cindy was the first to really take in the school uniform.
Seaton Academy... she thought, narrowing her eyes. Isn't that the all-girls school? I heard the place was full of delinquents, but this is way outside their usual territory.