Continuing Story--Part 4

I screamed, trying to yank my arm away from the person. But they wouldn't let go. I found myself staring into the eyes of a

1. Girl
2. Boy

my age.

"You're in danger," they whispered their

1. blue
2. green

eyes scarily serious. "Come with me."

Just like with the boy, I felt like this had happened before. But where?

And what was I going to do?

1. I glanced over my shoulder, seeing the boy coming after me. I had to get out of here. I went with them.

2. "No," I whispered. "NO!" I took off running. Why were all of these people after me?