Sarah's Last Chance

It was 9:30 PM and I had just finished my last lab course of the evening. It was my Junior year as a Chemistry major at a nearby University, and I was walking the seven blocks that separated my parent's house from the Chemistry building.

My name is Sarah Michilin, and I am half-Asian, five-foot-two, and one-hundred and ten pounds. I wear cute glasses and at this moment, I am wearing tight-fitting jeans and a tight shirt that shows off my small but cute rack. On my back is my book bag, carrying all of my school supples.

About halfway through the walk, I noticed a dark van that seemed to be trailing me half a block down the road. At first I didn't pay it much heed, but after watching it for a few more minutes, I started to get scared.