Something I wrote in Creative Writing class. It sucks but I wanted to post it.

I was sitting in my living room, texting my boyfriend. I was texting him another poem I wrote , when someone broke in the door. Some guy in black clothes. Before I knew it he pushed me outside. Then someone else grabbed me and tied my hand. A bandanna was put over my eyes I couldn't see anything. They pushed me into what seemed like a van. I was being kidnapped! I heard a couple of voices, then someone was talking to me.
“This is what he gets for messing with us! Is his number on your phone, Angel?”
A shiver ran down my spine. There was only one person who called me that. Michael called me his angel. What did this have to do with him? He would never put me in danger.
“Do you have my cell? Then it should be under his name.”
“Yeah, I got it. Hey Michael, guess what?” The main guy asked.
Oh no, he is the reason I got in this mess. The guy who took me wanted to get even with him. I felt the phone being put up to my ear.
“Sweetheart? I'm really scared.”
“I know, angel. Don't worry, I'm coming after you. I won't let them hurt my angel.”
I didn't hear anything else. Apparently my cell had been taken away. I listened to the main guy talking to him for a little bit. Then I froze, I couldn't believe what I heard.
“So, you're willing to trade your life for hers? I don't think angel likes the sound of that.”
“Let me talk to him!” I screamed, I didn't care if I died. He couldn't die in my place. They put the phone back up to my ear. Thank God!
“You can't sacrifice yourself for me! Don't even try it!”
“Angel, what else can I do? Nothing will happen. We'll both get out safe. I promise.”
“You know if you break that promise, it will be the first one you've broken.”
I didn't hear a reply. I felt myself move, so I must've been in a car or van. Why they were so angry at Michael I did not know. Now his life was in danger along with mine. Everything was spinning in my head, going too fast. What if my life ended today? I wished I wasn't blindfolded, so I could see things for the last time. What did they tie my hands with? I struggled to untie myself. If I could get free, I could jump out. It felt like yarn or maybe ribbon. Working hard, I felt it becoming looser, until I became free. Yes, now I could move around. I felt a wall. Where's the door? There it is, now if I can open it.
We came to a sudden stop and I was thrown against another wall. My head banged against a window. I began to groan in pain. I could hear the door open and they reached out for me.
“So, you untied yourself? Good thing you can't see anything.”
As they forced me out, I tried to fight them. I kicked, punched and screamed. I wasn't able to get free of their hold. Now, they were carrying me off somewhere. I could now feeling them tying me against a pole or a chair. Then, they hit me hard. Even with the blindfold, everything went dark. I think I fainted or would you call it that? When I woke up, I heard Michael's voice. He was screaming.
“What did you do? What did you do to her?!”
“Michael! Help me!” I yelled.
“Wait, you said you would give yourself up. Take off the bandanna. That way she can see him for the last time.” My vision came to me, I saw him tied like me. This was my fault. The stupid damsel in distress routine. I had to do something, but what? Wearing my hoodie, the guy grabbed me by the hood. I turned around and kicked him in the ribs. He fell down to the ground and I ran to Michael's side. Two other guys tried to stop me, but I fought them till they were down. I started at the ropes that had him tied.
“Angel, is that you?” They had blindfolded him like they had to me.
“Yes, I'm getting us out of here.” I had him free. I took off his blindfold. He hugged me tight and looked around us. We were in a warehouse. The man I kicked was starting to get up.
“Angel, run.” He commanded me.
“No, I'm not leaving you.” I stood my ground, shaking. I couldn't leave him now.
“Do you trust me? Do you think I will break the promise I made you?” He asked.
“Yes and no.”
“Then run, before he can catch you again!”
I ran from his side. Then I saw near the door, there was a large trash can. I hid behind it, kneeling close to the cold floor. I had to make sure he won this fight.
“You know, that girl of yours has been a lot of trouble. I still haven't gotten even with you.” He was now on his feet, Michael a few feet away.
“If you had killed her, I would tracked you down. If you had killed my reason to live, I would have murdered you.”
“Are you so sure about that? How do you know you can kill me now?” The man charged at Michael, but he dodged him. They began to fight, then he pushed Michael to the ground. Out of his back pocket, he pulled out a knife and held it to his throat.
“NO!” I screamed. I ran from my hiding place.
“Ah, so his princess comes to save her knight.” Our enemy whispered.
“I'd be willing to do anything to save his life. Just don't hurt him!”
“Fine, I'll come after you instead.”
I glanced at Michael, giving him some kind of signal that I was just distracting him. As the guy came towards me, he slowly got off the ground. Seeing a bat a few inches away, he picked it up. I leaned against a wall, with the man creeping up on me. Then just when he couldn't get any closer, Michael whacked him in the back. He moaned in pain and fell to the floor. He stared at me, frowning for a moment then smiled.
“I thought I told you to run.” Michael whispered to me.
“Have you ever known me to ever leave you? Didn't I promise a long time ago that I would never let you go?”
“Yes you did. But if he had hurt you, that would have been the end of me.”
I sighed. He always had to play the part of the hero. But, he did play it well. So many times he said he'd go any length for me. Every time I believed him.
“Let's get out of here. Before something else might happen.”
“Okay, are you going to call the cops?”
“I already did. They should be here by now.”
“Come on, then.” We walked out the door, hand in hand. Outside, his car was parked. A couple minutes later, the police finally got there. Some medics checked me out, to make sure nothing was wrong. About half an hour later, I was back at my house. I was laying on the couch, leaning on his shoulder.
“Sweetheart, why were those guys so mad at you?” I whispered softly.
He sighed. “I called that man's girlfriend something I shouldn't. He had a really short temper. To think, an insult could've took your life. I should watch what I say.”
“You really should, sweetheart. But, I love you anyways.”
“I love you too, angel. I would've died in that warehouse for you. If I had to.”
“I know.”
From that point on, I thought of the day where I almost lost my life. When I couldn't see, unable to do anything. The few hours where I had to rely on not just seeing, but believing. Believing in a man's promise to rescue me. Even when I felt hopeless, there was hope to be seen. In that darkness, there was light. Light was t was there, even my eyes couldn't see it. Things can't always be seen, they can be felt. Deep down in the heart, in the soul. I spent the rest of my days happy, knowing nothing like that could ever happen again.

Wow that was written very well. When do you get the grade back on it? I hope it's a good one.

.........I'm speechless... I really don't know what to say.... except--

That was the best story i have ever read. It's like you had that inspiration and remembered everything that I have ever told you.. I just can't believe how beautiful that was. If I were to grade that, an A+ wouldn't be a good enough grade to me.

Lol thanks guys. The assignment was write a story about the main character being blindfolded. This has to be my favorite class. I better get a good grade.

If you don't get a good grade, then the teacher apparently didn't appreciate a great story. A strong opening, Climatic fight scene, and an ending that some people would not expect.

It's pretty good, but (I don't think there's a story in the world you can't say this about, but) it could be better.