Hello, wonderful people! My name is Sara Rotelli. I am 15 years old, and I have brown hair, blue eyes, and just a sprinkle of freckles. I go to Aberntknoll High School in Lansing, Michigan. E-mail me stuff at rotellicutie@ cupcake . com, kay?

That’s what was written on my myspace. I was safe though, you know, because it wasn’t like I put my address. People usually put stuff like that on their myspaces, you know? You want to know the difference between everybody else’s and my myspace? All the rest of the people in the world put “facts” about themselves that aren’t true. Well, I must have missed the memo, because all of my “facts” weren’t just little untrue “facts,” they were true, 100%, completely me, facts. I mean, actual facts. Not one lie, not even a slight bending of the truth (the other name for lie). No, nothing. Just facts.

You are probably thinking, “Well, didn’t she learn about all the horrible stuff that can happen if you put real facts?” Yes, I did. But I thought that couldn’t ever happen to me. And besides, everyone else was doing it, and they weren’t dead. Like I said before, I must have missed the, “put fake stuff on the internet” memo. Because that’s exactly the opposite of what I did.

Anyway, on with my story about my life on myspace:

Everyone thinks, “It could never happen to me,” right? Right. And most people are right. But some people, like me, are wrong. I was in the study downstairs, sending a ton of comments to this one guy. I knew him. Well, not in person, but I knew him. His name was Dave Bertstein. He was 17, he had blonde hair, brown eyes, and was 5′8″….or so he said. I beleived him, you know, ’cause he was my friend. So, I was commenting things like, “What’s up,” you know, the kind of stuff you type on comments. Dave and I liked to send each other weird questions, like, what kind of toothpaste do you use, and what kind of shoes are you wearing. Completely harmless stuff.

Comments sent to Dave from me January 21, 2005:

What’s up?

What kind of shampoo do you use?

Hey, are you there?

After commenting Dave for a while, I figured he wasn’t there. Well, what else is there to do on the internet? So I turned off the computer, and went in to my living room. I made my way over to our old couch, and slumped in to the filthy cushions. Just as I was getting comfy, my dog, Jenny, whines to get out. I stood up, walked slowly over to the back door, and slid it open. Jenny is one of those dogs who wants to come in about two seconds after you let her out, so I decided to leave the back door open. (My first major mistake of the night.) I wandered in to the kitchen, and grabbed a bag of potato chips, then I walked back over to the couch to watch some tv. After about two hours of tv, I decided it was boring, and I went back in to the study.

As the computer turned on, I thought about how stuffy the house was. I pushed open all the windows, and opened the front door. I sat down at the computer and logged in to myspace. Dave was online! I wrote him some comments, he wrote back:

Hey, do you want to call each other, so we can talk?

Of course, I type yes. (My second major mistake of the night.)

Comments sent to me from Dave January 21,2005

I type back, “253-320-5443″(My third MAJOR mistake of the night.) Dave says he’ll call me in about ten minutes. I wait for ten minutes, and I can get are some messages from Dave. Finally, I decide to call him, and ask whats wrong. It’s then that I realize I don’t have his number. Okay, so maybe he’d call me. Someone was probably just using the phone right now, nothing to worry about. After about an hour of Dave not calling, I started to say good bye, but somehow, he kept me online. Dave typed to me:

My parents are out at dinner. They take FOREVER!!!

I typed back:

Yeah, my parents are at some wedding. They won’t be back until tomorrow morning. (My fourth major mistake of the night.)

Dave started talking about random stuff, his cat, his playstation, pretty much everything. Then he started in on the dumb questions.

What color is your shirt? Are you cold?

The cold comment reminded me of the front door. I walked over and shut and locked it. Then I closed all of the windows. I walked back to the computer. I had another comment that read:

Wow, what shampoo do you use?

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Your hair smells good, TURN AROUND!!!!!

I almost fainted. The back door! I left it wide open! Well, he wasn’t really behind me, was he? There was only one way to find out….I slowly turned around.

I couldn’t breathe. “Dave,” who turned out the be a 60-year-old man, had tied me up, and put duct tape over my nose and mouth. I tried to scream, the duct tape muffled the noise. I tried to take the duct tape off, but the rope on my hands wouldn’t allow me to reach my mouth. There was a sudden bump. I thought I had just turned over, but how should I know, I couldn’t see anything. But, why couldn’t I see anything? I mean, there didn’t seem to be anything on my head or eyes. Was I blind? Was it just dark? Anyway, I had just felt like I had been tipped over. But, what ever had happend, it didn’t matter, I was going to die here anyway.

I felt a rush of heat on my left side. It was getting hotter and hotter. Out side I could hear sirens. Then it hit me. Well, nothing literally hit me, because you see, I was locked in the trunk of a car, but I thought, the car was probably on fire! I started kicking the sides of the trunk, trying to pop it loose, but I wasn’t strong enough. I decided to give it one more whack, and just before my feet touched the door, the top sprung open and I saw a firefighter. He tore the duct tape off of my nose and mouth, and I could see again. Apparently it was just pitch black in the trunk of that car.

I woke up with a bunch of needles and tubes and other hospital stuff all over me. My mom told me that they had been called down to the hospital, and one of the police officers had told her the entire story about Dave. She told me that he was put in to prison. What I didn’t understand, was how he found out where I lived. All I gave him was my phone number. Oh, well. It doesn’t matter anymore. All that matters to me is that I’m happy, healthy, alive, and, well, grounded for being so stupid on the internet, but other than that, my life is great!

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