I walked out of my parents house and began to make my way to my penthouse. It was only a few blocks away. I try to flick back my hair, but only felt air. I remembered that after the Harry Potter movies I had cut it short. I was so used to having thick, bushy hair for the role of Hermione. But I was glad that I could finally focus on my university studies. I looked behind me and noticed that a car was following me. Being famous, I was surprisingly use to this. I tried to lose them, but them keep following me. Finally, I stopped.
"Look, I can give you some autographs, but that's about..."
I felt something prick my neck and reached up.
"Oh. A dart." I blacked out and when I woke up I was in a warehouse, tied to a chair. There were other people there as well.
So much for continuing my studies.