There was a knock at the door. Nancy, Dorris and Drew Frier's babysitter, left the room to answer it. Dorris peeked at the door and saw two police officers. "I'm sorry to disturb you, but I'm afraid we have some bad news," she heard one say.

"Dorris? Dorris, are you okay?" Rose Hannigan, a worker at the orphanage, was standing in front of Dorris.

"I'm fine, just a little tired," she heard herself say.

"Okay, well, call for me if you need anything," Rose replied.

As she walked away, Dorris thought to herself, "How long have I been here? Eight years? Yes, tomorrow I will turn eighteen and can finally leave this place."

Almost eight years ago, Dorris Frier came to the Fair Field Orphanage. Her parents had both died in a car accident one late December night as they came home from a Christmas party.

For some unspoken reason, Dorris's only relative, an aunt she had never met, would only take in Dorris's brother, Drew. She had been ten back then, her brother two. So that would make him ten now.

"The years have gone so slowly here," she whispered as she drifted off again.

On Dorris's eighteenth birthday, her only gifts were twenty dollars for food, the promised job at a laundromat five miles away, and, the most important to Dorris, her freedom from the orphanage. But her twisted mind had no intention of taking that job. She had better plans.

As she entered the town of Princeton, North Dakota, Dorris wondered where she could stay the night. She only had fifty dollars. She had found thirty in the glove compartment of the car she'd stolen.

"It's amazing how easy it is to drive after reading a book on how to for two straight years," she laughed to herself.

Dorris could tell automatically that Princeton was a small town. If something happened, the news would spread fast.

"Oh well, there will be plenty of time to worry about things like that. But for now I must think of where to stay." Then it came to her. An offshore cave! She could stay on the island she'd seen on her way in to town.

"I almost didn't see it, but then the sun went behind a cloud. If it was that hard to notice, it must be deserted! It's the perfect place," she thought.

By that night she was on the island. She had stolen an old, but suitable, boat. It wasn't a very large island, so in less than an hour, she found her cave. The island was definitely deserted. Had been for years, she figured.

The cave was pretty big. About the size of her old room. And the island was far enought from land that nobody could hear anyone, even if they screamed their loudest....

As Dorris found her spot to sleep, she reviewed tomorrow's plan: the kidnapping of Drew.

Dorris woke up and got ready to leave. Minutes later, she was in the boat. When she reached shore, she hid the boat under some leaves and sticks.

"Good enough," she said.

When she looked for the car, it was right where she had left it, hidden behind a clump of trees. She got in and started the engine. But before she drove off, she checked for the rope and chloroform. Then she left for her mission.

She followed Drew around all day. Before she had left the Fair Field Orphanage, she had swiped his records from the Records Room, so she knew where he lived and other basic facts like what he looked like. Like Dorris, he had blonde wavy hair and a strong handsome look.

When Dorris found the perfect place to make her move, she did. Drew was on his way home from school and he was alone. She jumped from her hiding place, and before they knew it, Drew was passing out.

After Dorris dragged Drew into the car, she made a quick escape for the boat. Little did she know about the police car following her for speeding.

"Everything's going as planned," Dorris said to herself. "Soon Drew will be dead and I will be gone." They were in the boat now. Almost to the island.

The policeman hid in some bushes as he watched the young girl carry something to a boat.

"It looks like a kid!" he thought. "What was she planning to do?" The kid, apparently a boy, looked unconscious.

"I'd better call for back-up," he whispered. But before he did, he watched her take off in the boat, headed for a tiny island. "Funny, I never saw that place before..." he thought as he crept back to his car.

When they reached the island, Dorris brought Drew to a small cave she had found the day before. It had no back wall, so the ocean surrounding the island ran right in. The plan was to tie Drew to boulders in the sand and wait for the water to rise.

As she started tying Drew down, he began to wake up. Before he could ask anything, she gagged his mouth. It wasn't that Dorris was afraid someone might actually hear him if he yelled, she just didn't want to hear him herself.

She walked outside and that's when she saw it. There was a boat coming from the other shore. Two of them! And they looked like cops! Dorris ran back inside the cave.

She tightened Drew's ropes and was suddenly compelled to push over the boulder. He didn't get smashed, but soon, the water would be high enough for him to drown. After Dorris did that, she ran to her boat and fled.

When the police got to the boy, the water was almost over his face, but he was still alive. They untied Drew and asked him everything that he could remember. But by the time they got news about Dorris, it was too late. Dorris Frier was never seen again.

THE END.