The dark figure turned out to be our school caretaker, Mr. Harwick. He was quite tall, about a head taller than me, with a bushy grey beard to match his equally bushy grey hair. He had a grey cap on backwards; which was a rather odd shape. His sunken eyes were grey and saggy, to match everything else about him. Excluding his bottom teeth. On the top they were yellowing and wonky, and looked as though they hadn't been brushed for a very long time. However, the bottom set was perfect. White, shiny and straight, there was no other way to describe them. This, I must say, was rather odd. I must have been staring, because he clicked his fingers in front of my face.
"Excuse me, girl," he spat in his odd, Jamaican-like accent, "so you find my teeth interesting, do you?" He glared at me. I glared straight back. I couldn't resist.
"Excuse me, man," I spat, "no, I don't find your rotten old teeth very interesting at all. Oh, and by the way, my name is Chloe, not girl."

I knew instantly from the penetrating stare he gave me that I should have just kept my big mouth shut. Danny, Jessica and I moved closer together and took a fearful step backwards. We took a fearful step backwards-right into a hole in the ground.

Down, down, down we fell. We fell for what seemed like hours. Of course it couldn't have been. It could only have been a few seconds. We landed on a soft bouncy thing. I'm not sure what it was exactly, but I think it may have been a mattress or something. Whatever it was, it was quickly lifted into the air and we were tipped into the back of a big white van. I started to get really scared then. My mum had always said that white vans were bad news. She had always said that if a white van pulled up beside you, run. I had always thought she was just trying to scare me, but now I thought different. Now I was sitting in the back of one with my two best friends. I suppose that was a bonus. At least I had a familiar face with me. The engine suddenly started. We were moving.
"Hey! HEY! Where are we going? Where are you taking us? Stop! STOP!" yelled Danny. He stood up and started to bang on the wall that separated us from the driver's cab. A hatch opened and a woman's face appeared. She was quite young; in her mid-twenties I'd say, with big brown eyes, long, straight red hair and lots of freckles.
"Will you kids be quiet? I'm trying to work here!" She held up a pile of papers. "And for God's sake, boy, sit down! You'll hurt yourself!" She gave us an odd look and closed the hatch. She spoke with an American accent, I noticed.