Men vs. Women in sports

One beautiful morning Meagan was walking home from school, she was in the 12th grade and only had 4 more months left before she would graduate. All of a sudden she felt like someone or something was following her. She slowly increased her speed of walking. Meagan had never been so nervous in her life. Her palms stated sweating; she started getting hotter and more confused about what was happening. Meagan turned around and she saw a big white GMC van. She had no idea what to do so she brought out her neon purple phone. She started a new text but before she could type the final word she was hit by the car. Meagan woke up and saw very bright yellow lights shining on her. Meagan heard tiny sharp ear piercing voices in her head. She was about to scream when all of a sudden a face appeared above her. It was a big tan face with very thin whiskers starting to reappear after a clean shave. All Meagan could hear was “Hey, what’s up. How are you doing?” Meagan slowly tried to get words out of her zipped close mouth. “I-I-I’m ok, but where am I?” “That is not for you to worry about young lady, that is my business not any of yours.” Seth exclaimed. He slowly walked out of the room trying not to make it obvious that she was never going back to the places she once had been. That night Meagan began to have flashbacks to what had happened. The worst of them all was her seeing herself hit the ground and not waking up. She suddenly remembered that she was no longer on the familiar sound of Oak Street. Meagan started to scream her heart racing at the speed of a race car. “Boom!” Was all she heard when she was jolted up and blind folded by rough but warm hands. She did not realize that the previous night she had cried herself to sleep remembering her mom and brother who was only 2. There was a soft voice that said “Sit in the back seat of the car and lock the doors once I come in.” “What? Why do I have to do anything you tell me to do?” Screamed Meagan. “If you want to live you will do everything I say, is that clear?” The soft voice said again. Meagan was terrified so she did as the soft voiced man said. She sat in the back of the car blindfolded wondering why the man had not already killed her. Then it came to her, the voice it was an extremely familiar one, with the soft tone the rough hands, the smell of the car. She put her hands down and felt the seats. They were fabric but not a soft fabric she had felt them before. It all came to her in a rush. Back at home her mother had been very worried. Meagan had never been gone so long before. That morning she had called the police asking them if they had any sign of her daughter. They said they hadn’t but that they would come over to get exact locations of were her daughter had gone. As the police started to arrive at the house, Meagan’s mother began to get more and more anxious. Her daughter was gone, missing, never coming back. Meagan’s mother, Jenna, had never been so scared in her entire life. Her daughter was missing, her son was close to his 3rd birthday and her husband had died in the past month. She was working 3 jobs trying to make a living and pay off mortgage. What was she going to do if the police couldn’t find her daughter? They came to the door wanting to ask some very specific questions that they needed answers to. But they couldn’t get them with Jenna asking one question, the same question. Would they and could they find her daughter? Meagan in the back seat of a car she knew was terrified. She didn’t want to believe that the car really was the car she used to know. But she knew that she couldn’t lie to herself. It was the car she used to know the car that she had her first kiss in, the car she would go to if she needed comforting, the car she had the best of memories in. It was her dad’s old car that was passed down to her as her first car. Kiersten Meagan’s best friend had been aware of this issue the day it happened. She had such a tight bond with Meagan that when Meagan got hurt Kiersten felt something was off. She knew the route Meagan went to school and home from school so she went and followed the routes both ways as if she were Meagan. On Kiersten’s way over to school she saw nothing out of the ordinary. On her way back home or from school she saw many things off with the neighborhood. There were two trees in a row that were bent and at an odd shape that had never been like that. Kiersten noted that in her notebook and kept walking. She then came across a fence that had been torn down but only a certain part of the fence was. She noted that I her notebook and went on looking for more clues. The next and last thing she saw was tire marks that had been on the sidewalk and the rode. However the tire marks did not seem normal. Almost like the vehicle had gone on the rode then come up on the sidewalk for some time and then back onto the road. Another thing Kiersten noted was that all of the off things had been within 10 feet of each other. It was odd but she almost thought Meagan had been hit by the car. The way that the things were showed that it had to of been the way it happened. The next day Kiersten along with Jenna and the police sat in a room one by one giving the clues and evidence they had. They then called two people Kelen and Katlyn. They had been friends of Meagan’s but then they just became enemies for no apparent reason. They both came over to the house afraid to know what they had done. The police escorted Kelen in the room first. We all sat down and started asking him some very easy but informational questions. The first question Jenna asked was “Why do you not like my daughter anymore?” Kelen took his time to think about it but then eventually answered with a very simple “She was a popular person in 9th and 10th grade and we didn’t want to be friends anymore. The questions for Kelen went on for about an hour but the real information giver was the question that Kiersten gave. It was “Who