My name is James Smith. I am a freshman in high school in New York city. I am about 5'9' tall with blue eyes and dark blonde hair.
One afternoon after walking home from school, I opened the door and walked up to out apartment, 3B. Im used to going home and having nobody being home so I when I walked into my room I was surprised to see my dad in there along with six other men. My dad was sitting down with them surrounding him. He looked uneasy so I started to leave the room and go get help, but one of the men got behind me and shut the door. "Sit down," my father said. I moved over and sat down on my bed. I wanted to know what was going on, but I didnt dare speak. I was starting to become intimidated and started to drip with sweat. "James," my father said, "remember that time..when I lost my job and we didnt have any money for awhile." I did ,but it clearly wasnt a question to respond to. "Well we needed money James. I went to these gentlemen to take out a sizeable loan. Unfortunately the money is due and we just dont have it." I was so scared for my father right now I didnt know what to do. I thought they were just trying to dehumanize him in the eyes of his son. It wasnt working though, I just felt sorry and helpless. "For the next couple hours, youre going to have to do whatever they tell you. If we do everything right theyll let us go and well never have to worry about it again." His eyes were swelling up as if he was going to cry. I just sat on the bed. Helpless, I nodded my head. They tied my dad to his chair and the biggest one came over and sat on the bed next to me.
One afternoon after walking home from school, I opened the door and walked up to out apartment, 3B. Im used to going home and having nobody being home so I when I walked into my room I was surprised to see my dad in there along with six other men. My dad was sitting down with them surrounding him. He looked uneasy so I started to leave the room and go get help, but one of the men got behind me and shut the door. "Sit down," my father said. I moved over and sat down on my bed. I wanted to know what was going on, but I didnt dare speak. I was starting to become intimidated and started to drip with sweat. "James," my father said, "remember that time..when I lost my job and we didnt have any money for awhile." I did ,but it clearly wasnt a question to respond to. "Well we needed money James. I went to these gentlemen to take out a sizeable loan. Unfortunately the money is due and we just dont have it." I was so scared for my father right now I didnt know what to do. I thought they were just trying to dehumanize him in the eyes of his son. It wasnt working though, I just felt sorry and helpless. "For the next couple hours, youre going to have to do whatever they tell you. If we do everything right theyll let us go and well never have to worry about it again." His eyes were swelling up as if he was going to cry. I just sat on the bed. Helpless, I nodded my head. They tied my dad to his chair and the biggest one came over and sat on the bed next to me.