Everyone in my English class
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Thread Topic: Everyone in my English class
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I WANNA SEE EET :0
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I hated my alarm clock. It was the kind where no matter how many times I threw it against the wall, it wouldn't stop. I was convinced the stupid thing can sense when it's hit something so that whenever I throw it, it starts blaring its demonic screeches even louder than before. And then I have to actually get up to shut it up. But try finding an alarm clock you just haphazardly threw across your messy room while you were barely awake. You'd think I'd learned by now to just turn off the alarm clock right away, but nope, my early-morning brain just won't let me.
And the worst part is, my mom won't let me get rid of it unless it breaks! I will find a way to kill this alarm clock. I will throw this thing across the room so many times it will get tired of me and just give up. Just watch me.
Anyway, I'm Scarlett Branwell. And you just got the start of my normal morning routine. I am most definitely not a morning bird. Morning bird? Dawn bird? Some sort of early bird. Bah, I don't remember. Oh, wait, early bird!
Yes, this is where my brain is at today.
"Breakfast is ready!" my mom called from downstairs. I trudged down the carpeted stairs in my strawberry-patterned pajamas. My mom always woke up a bit earlier than me to make breakfast on school days. I honestly don't know how she does it. I walked into the kitchen and went over to the counter where my food would be sitting, waiting for me to bring it to the wooden kitchen table and devour it in a matter of a few minutes. Which was exactly what I did. Pancakes with strawberries were one of my favorites.
"Don't forget you have to take out the trash," my mom said while she finished putting the rest of the pancakes on her place. At my groan of a response, she said, "I told you you should stop sleeping in on the week that school starts. It's not my fault you're so tired."
Once I cleaned my plate off of every bit of my breakfast, procrastinating, as usual, I pulled on my tennis shoes and dragged my feet out the door. I walked across the patio to where the two bins were. The grass was green and moist with dew. The sky was a dismal gray and the space in between, the air around me, was slightly weighted with humidity. I grabbed the garbage and recycling bins and brought them out to the curb for the recycling and stinky garbage trucks to pick up later. The neighbors were probably accustomed to seeing me take out the trash in my pajamas if they ever looked out their windows. Sometimes I didn't even bother putting on shoes. Yeah, it might sound gross, but I'm lazy, and I wash my feet off afterward.
I quickly took a shower and got changed. I wore a turquoise butterfly-sleeved top with some pale jean shorts. I french braided my wavy brown hair down my back. That way it would have more bounce to it when I undid it. Once I was done with that, I went downstairs and grabbed my backpack and car keys, then headed out the door. It was the first day of my senior year of high school.
Once I reached the parking lot and parked my car, I got out. I made it a few steps before there was a sudden of black. I stopped dead in my tracks wide-eyed. I looked to the right, where the black was headed, and rolled my eyes. Some guy trying to show off his fancy, shiny black car just nearly ran me over. I gave the man driving it a good glare before continuing on my way. I could only see the shadow of his face, so I couldn't recognize him.
I entered the courtyard when I heard my name being called by two very familiar voices. I turned my head towards the source and smiled. I walked over to my two best friends. "Hey Sam, hey Meg," I greeted.
The two of them wouldn't settle on a simple 'hello.' They wrapped me up in their arms shouting, "Scarlett!"
Man, these guys are tight huggers. I'd nearly forgotten about that aspect of them. "Guys," I wheezed. "Air."
"Sorry, Scarlett," Samantha said sheepishly as she and Megan unraveled themselves.
"So how've you two been?" I asked.
"Just swell," Megan said sarcastically, immediately slumping down dramatically into a very uneager position. "I did not want to get up today."
Sam and I laughed. "Same," we said at the same time.
"Hey, who's that guy with that black car?" I asked out of the blue. Usually I try and have some sort of transition between topics of conversation, but I did not like the fact the guy had nearly run me over.
"You mean that expensive one?" Megan asked. None of us really paid attention to cars, what the makes and models were, all that jazz. We usually just described them best we could and managed that way. I'm pretty sure our most vague description was, "The one with the weird color and the thing on the front and the other thing on the back and the weird tires with the thing in the thing."
"Yeah," I said. "The guy nearly ran me over."
Samantha's eyes widened in realization and horror. "That's Daniel's car!" she said. Daniel was what one might call a bad boy, although people suspected he was actually at least fifty times worse outside of school than he was in school.
I looked at her with my eyebrows raised. "Well then I might just give him a piece of my mind," I said, my body just beginning to move to find him and do just that.
"No no no no no, you don't want to do that," Megan said, grabbing my arm. She, along with almost everyone else, me excluded, was afraid of him. "You know the outcome can't be very good."
"But he can't just randomly almost kill people like that all the time," I countered, crossing my arms. Megan didn't let go.
"Look," Sam tried to reason, "if he does it again, yeah, go at him. But I think it would be better if you didn't get after him about it right now."
I clenched my jaw. My temper was one of the things about me that always got out of control. "Fine," I said. Megan let go of my arm and our trio began walking inside the school building.
I let out a sigh as I walked back to my car after school. Today was not my day. And it was only the first day of school! As soon as I stepped into my car, it began to rain. And not just a little sprinkling. We're talking full-out thunderbolts and lightning, raindrops pounding on the windshield making me almost afraid the force would crack it. I started the car and turned the windshield wipers on at full power.
As I began driving, the rain started hitting the windows more quickly. I decided that there were going to be too many people freaking out on the interstate, so I went to take the backroads home. I turned the corner when I was able to make out a man with dark hair wearing a green shirt speedwalking down the street I was on. I watched as the car in front of me sped past him and splashed water and mud all over him. I couldn't make out his reaction, though, the windshield was too blurry.
I pulled up next to him and rolled down my windows. Immediately he glared at me and began talking. "Look, I -," I raised my eyebrows at him. He had no reason to glare at me, and not much of one to talk at me, save for why I was pulling over. He looked taken aback. "I don't know you," he said.
"I don't know you either, Mr. Frog," I replied. "But I saw you drowning outside and thought I'd offer you a ride." Right now I was turning up the heat so that he could warm up.
He peered at me. Why was he looking at me like that? "Spiders aren't insects," he said. (I'm totally not stealing this part from Cars 2)
I looked at him in confusion. Well, that was random. "Of course they aren't, they're arachnids." I rolled my eyes. "Are you getting in or not?"
He nodded and got inside. I rolled up the window and started driving again, glad I wasn't the one with the wet seat. "Where should I drop you off?" I asked. He gave me an address. That was a sketchy part of town. Oh well.
The drive was silent until he said, "I wasn't expecting Daniel to send someone."
"He didn't," was all I answered. This guy was being weird. The sooner I got to where he told me, the better. I didn't -
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I'm going to post the rest of it when I get home, I'm on the bus right now
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The drive was silent until he said, "I wasn't expecting Daniel to send someone."
"He didn't," was all I answered. This guy was being weird. The sooner I got to where he told me, the better. I didn't want to spend any more time than I had to with him.
"Really?" he said.
"Really," I answered curtly, trying to avoid as much conversation as I could.
A few more long awkward minutes passed.
"Why did you call me Mr. Frog?" he asked.
"You're wearing a green shirt, and you're soaked through with mud and water," I explained simply.
"Ah," he replied.
You don't know how thankful I was that it wasn't too long before I pulled up to the address he had given me. It was a street corner and on that corner was a mechanics shop. As soon as he was out of my car, I drove off. I involuntarily shuddered. That guy gave me the creeps. I definitely should not have given him a ride. Not just because he was associated with Daniel, but he just didn't sit well with me in general.
When I got home I took off my jacket and flopped down on my bed. Today had not been a good day. Luckily I had gotten home before my mom did from work, so she wouldn't be wondering where I'd been.
I heard a ping from my phone. I picked it up. It was a text from Megan basically asking how I was doing.
Me: Just got home from saving a creepy frog.
Megan: Huh?
Me: There was this guy on the side of the road in a green shirt and I gave him a ride. I didn't like him.
Megan: You know you shouldn't pick up creepy guys on the side of the road! Who knows what they would do.
Me: Well by the time I figured out he was creepy I had already promised him a ride.
Megan: You and your promises...I woulda just thrown him out.
Me: Megan, I am not getting sued by a frog.
Megan: I didn't mean literally!
Me: Then how do you figuratively throw a frog out of a car?
Megan: I threw the frog out as I would throwing out my cat's disgusting litter
Me: That's not what I meant!
Megan: But it's figurative
Me: But you're still throwing him out of the car
Megan: But it's still figurative
Me: But I still would have gotten sued by a frog.
Megan: Whatever, live out your unimaginative ways.
Me: I am plenty imaginative!
Megan: Prove it.
Me: I can't do it right on the spot!
Megan: tsk tsk
Me: Whatever
Megan: Anyway, did you see the new senior today?
Me: Nope
Megan: Neither did I
Me: Maybe because there are no new seniors
Megan: No, there was a name when the teachers were taking attendance that I didn't recognize
Me: Same, now that I think about it.
Megan: There's only one that I heard, it was a guy but I don't remember the name.
Me: Don't get too carried away.
Megan: Please, you know I won't.
Me: Please, I know you will. Remember Kyle?
Megan: Don't remind me, I was too cringy. I have much more delicacy in these matters now.
Me: Riiiiiight
Megan: Hey!
Megan: That was years ago anyway
Me: And I'm not so sure you've changed.
Just then, my mom entered the house and called for me to come downstairs. I quickly told Megan that I had to go, then stuffed my phone in my back pocket and headed downstairs. Boy was I in for a surprise.
There in front of me was a family of three. The parents looked friendly enough, but my eyes set a glare at the boy. He had changed his shirt and dried his hair, but he was still Mr. Frog.
"Scarlett, these are our new neighbors, the Jacobsons," My mother said. "I just found out and invited them for supper, I'm sorry it was last minute."
"I didn't see a moving truck," I said, furrowing my eyebrows in confusion.
Mr. Jacobson decided to speak up then. "Unfortunately we didn't realize the moving company wasn't very reliable," he said. "They stayed the night at some hotel and are going to come tomorrow."
"You'd better hope your things don't get stolen!" my mother said.
"We're crossing our fingers," Mrs. Jacobson said.
"Well, I'm going to go make supper," I said, wanting to leave the situation. I wasn't extremely good with new people. Mr. and Mrs. Jacobson seemed cordial, but everyone was uptight and I didn't want to deal with any of it.
I made spaghetti. Our recipe for it was enough to feed an army and I didn't know how much they ate. Plus, it's rumored that teenage boys eat a ton. Better safe than sorry, I figured. While the noodles were boiling and the garlic bread was baking, I set the table for five spots.
Soon enough, everything was ready. The food was set out on the table, as were the dishes and cutlery, and everyone had a glass of water. "Supper's ready!" I called. Once the four of them came into the dining room, I sat next to where my mom usually sat. I was praying so hard that Mr. Frog wouldn't sit next to me. Unfortunately, that's exactly what happened. My mom sat at the end of the table and Mr. Frog sat next to me. Mr. Jacobson was sitting across from Mr. Frog and Mrs. Jacobson was sitting across from me.
I didn't speak very much. I only talked when I had something to say or when I was spoken to. I was just really uncomfortable with Mr. Frog sitting next to me. At one point in the meal, I found out that his name was Ryan. I paid his actual name no mind. He would always be Mr. Frog to me. Just so that I didn't forget who he actually was, that he wasn't to be trusted.
After what seemed like forever, the family left. Something was really off with them. I didn't know what it was, but I didn't like it. My mom, however, seemed completely unfazed. I shook my head at myself in confusion as I walked up the stairs to go to my bedroom. I had this gut feeling that something wasn't right.
As I went to sleep that night, a thought struck me like a bowling ball to the head. Ryan bore absolutely no resemblance to his parents. And he couldn't have been adopted, his "parents" mentioned a few things about him when he was a baby that no adoptive parent would know. I know I've said it a million times already, but something's up.
Thankfully there were no more neighborly dinners. I only had to encounter Ryan in the one or two classes I had with him. He was the new senior Megan had mentioned before. I told her and Sam about what I was feeling about him and we all agreed to keep ourselves as far away from him as possible. He may act like an angel around everyone else, but I knew there had to be some darker side to him.
A few weeks later, I had to walk home from school. My car was getting fixed and my mom was still at work. I was walking down the gray sidewalk. The sky was dotted with clouds, but it was extremely humid. It was like the clouds from the sky decided to make their invisible dwelling amongst the people. We had been having such nice weather lately, why did the weather have to shift around like this? I smoothed down my hair to try and prevent its frizzing. I wasn't sure how well it worked because I didn't have a mirror on me.
I felt a buzz in my pocket, signaling that someone had texted me. I pulled out my phone while making sure I knew where my feet were going and saw a text from Sam. The moment I read it, it felt like my stomach erupted with a menagerie of butterflies.
Sam: I'm trailing Mr. Frog right now, seeing if he's doing anything suspicious. Wanna join me?
Oh no. This was not good. If she was caught, something bad was going to happen. At the very least he could call the police on her. But if my suspicions of him not being a very good guy were correct, I had a feeling so much worse could happen. I frantically began typing. I couldn't call her in case her ringtone was on and someone heard her.
Me: WHERE ARE YOU GET OUT OF THERE RIGHT NOW
Sam: I just passed the playground with the merry-go-round and just turned left onto Paprika St
Sam: But it's just beginning to get exciting! I can tell!
I began running in the direction she told me. I was grateful it wasn't very far away.
Me: IT'S NOT EXCITING IT'S DANGEROUS GET OUT OF THERE NOW
Me: On second thought stay right there and do not move a single in -
Me: IT'S NOT EXCITING IT'S DANGEROUS GET OUT OF THERE NOW
Me: On second thought stay right there and do not move a single inch I'm going to meet you there.
I stuffed my phone back in my pocket so that I could run at full speed. No, this Ryan guy hadn't actually done anything, but if he was associated with Daniel in any way, and the rumors about the latter man were in any way true, he had to be really really bad.
I ran onto Paprika Street and looked both ways. She wasn't there. Of course, she didn't listen to me! I ran to the left. The humidity was pressing in on me, telling me I needed to go faster, even though it felt like it was the one slowing me down. As I ran I kept on looking right then left, searching for any hint of my blonde-haired friend.
Finally, my eyes caught her trying to sneak into what looked like a run-down and very possibly abandoned building. Ryan must have gone in there. 'Not good, not good, not good,' I kept repeating to myself in my head.
I entered the building. Everything was extremely dusty. It was definitely abandoned. I saw Sam on the floor above me peeking into a room and snapping pictures. "Samantha!" I hissed at her while I climbed the stairs. She looked at me. I could not believe her next reaction. She smiled at me! And waved!
As soon as I reached her she whispered as low as she could, "Scarlett, they're definitely doing something illegal." At this point, I should probably tell you that Sam wanted to be a journalist. Can't you tell how proud of her I am right now? She's going to do an excellent job of getting herself killed, and there's no Superman to save his Lois Lane.
"Sam, no, we need to get out of here now," I said, grabbing her arm. I was prepared to drag her out of here kicking and screaming. Preferably not, because then we'd be heard and probably dead.
"But - "
"No buts," I said, pulling her away from the door. "You're story won't get out there if you're dead."
She finally saw my point and came with me. But it was at that moment that I realized that the talking between people in the room that Samantha was spying on had stopped. I heard someone talking, and then say, "...go check it out." Oh no.
"Run!" I whisper-shouted at her. She didn't need telling twice and bolted to the edge of the landing and down the stairs, me close behind her. I was worn out from running at top speed here, so I was lagging behind her. Right when I reached the exit I looked behind me to see if I was being followed. My blue eyes met Ryan's green ones. I didn't need any more evidence that I was going to be running.
As I yanked open the door to follow Sam, I heard him yell, "She's a spy for Daniel!" Wait a sec, weren't Ryan and Daniel partners or whatever you'd call it with whatever gang-related stuff they're doing? At least I think it's gang-related. As I was thinking I realized I was slowing down. I needed to quit thinking and start running!
I don't know how, but we eventually lost them. Maybe they'd given up or didn't want to be seen chasing two girls in public. Either way, Sam and I were at the main road that bordered our two neighborhoods. The neighborhoods we lived in were next door to each other. We were both leaning on our knees, gasping for breath. We definitely got our workout in today.
"Sam, you have to promise, no more cases involving Ryan, Daniel, or anything that's going to put your life in danger," I said, once I had gained enough air to actually speak.
"No, promises," she said, "but I'll do my best."
"Do you have enough for the police?" I asked.
She nodded in response. "But I want to wait a little," she said.
"Why?" I asked.
"Because that way I can write my own version, the real one. Once the press gets it, it'll be all jumbled up."
"Sam, we have to give it to the police right away," I said.
"I'm not going to," she said stubbornly.
"Sam that's ridiculous," I said, trying to persuade her. I knew she had some reason all cooked up in her mind. It couldn't just be what the reporters were going to say, she wasn't telling me the whole thing. I decided to break it down to the basics as to why we tell the police when people are committing crimes. "We don't want them doing more illegal things, so we have to give the evidence to the police so that they can't."
"Well, I'm the one with the footage, so it's my choice," Sam said.
"You're being unreasonable," I said.
"No, I actually don't think so," she replied.
I couldn't believe this girl. I opened my mouth to speak again, but she said, "I'm not changing my mind, Scarlett. Good night." And with that, she turned on her heel and began walking to her home. When she was out of sight, I gave a heavy sigh and started walking back home myself.
The next day was the weekend. I didn't spend any of it with Samantha, but I did explain to Megan what happened. She agreed with me that Sam had to have some other underlying reason as to why she wouldn't give up the video.
Soon enough Monday came, and with it, the beginning of a new school week. After the first period, I figured that Ryan wasn't there that day, thank God.
At lunch, I decided to do some homework. At the end of our midday-eating time, I only had one problem of the assignment left, so I decided to do it before I went to class. Unfortunately, by the time I was finished, I was running late. I snatched up my backpack and started speed-walking to my next class. The halls were pretty much empty, save for the few other students in a similar situation as me.
I was turning the corner to go down the hallway I needed when I felt a hand grab my wrist and pull me back. I looked behind me to see who it was. I clenched my jaw. "Daniel," I said.
"Scarlett," he replied. He said my name slow and predatory. It didn't sit well with me, but I put on a brave face.
"What do you want," I said, more than asked as I yanked my wrist back to my side.
"I just wanted to offer my congratulations. You messed with the wrong people. Now nearly the entire underworld in America is looking for you."
"What?!" Underworld as in, criminals, gangs, and people like that? "How?"
"Ryan may be young, but he is one of the top guys in his gang and is much more powerful than you think. He thought you were on his side, and pretty high up there, too. Now, he thinks you're a spy for me, his new worst enemy. Betrayal like that doesn't sit well with him."
"Your congratulations and explanation are noted," I simply and bluntly, just trying to get out of this situation. I needed to think of what to do.
"Getting out of this situation isn't going to be as easy as you think, especially for someone as inexperienced in these matters as you," Daniel continued. "Bounty hunters, desperate criminals, entire gangs, you and your friends and family are in danger. He's placed an extremely heavy price on your head."
"I'll figure something out, I said, turning to get to class before it ended, but also thinking. My insides froze. Ryan was my neighbor. I'd have to come up with some sudden and excusable reason to move. Although I did wonder, why didn't he just come for me himself? Why raise a bounty for me?
"I don't think you will," Daniel said. I turned my head and glared at him. He took a step closer to me. I felt like he was trapping me and I had absolutely no way out.
"I can offer my services," Daniel said. "You could join my gang and thus be protected."
I scoffed. Did he really think I was going to do that? "No," I said. "You're probably going to turn me in and collect the money. And if I was actually going to be protected, I'm not going to be indebted to a gang."
"You're not going to be indebted, I promise," Daniel said.
"As if I'm going to trust you," I spat. I started walking down the hallway again. "Goodbye." He didn't stop me again and I ended up being twenty minutes late for class. It never crossed my mind even once how quickly my life was going to turn upside down.
I was walki -
I was walking home from school again. The sun was way too bright, and it was so humid I was sure I was going to have to wring out my socks when I got home. I heard familiar footsteps behind me and turned just in time to see Samantha rushing up to walk beside her. "Hey," she said.
"Hey," I replied.
She looked a little nervous. "So, uh, could you walk with me to the store? My car broke down this morning and after what happened on Friday...I don't think I'd feel comfortable going alone."
I raised my eyebrows at her. She had actually been affected by what had happened? I nodded. "Of course," I said. I probably wasn't any closer to getting the video to the police, but getting back on good terms with her was a start.
Wait, what am I thinking? Going behind my friend's back and stealing from her? But I needed to in order to get those guys behind bars. Agh, this was getting too confusing.
"You coming?" she asked. I jerked back into reality to see Sam standing a few feet away from me. Whoops. I took a few quick steps over to her and we began walking down the sidewalk together.
"Where do you need to go?" I asked.
"My mom's birthday is coming up, I need to get her a present," Samantha said. "I was thinking about going to that new trinket store."
I knew exactly which one she was talking about. I hadn't been there yet and was interested in seeing what they had. We made our way down there. This weather was the worst for being outside in. Honestly, if another thunderstorm didn't come soon, I was going to die from this heavy air.
We were walking down the street and the store was in sight. It was then that I got the guts to ask, "What's been going on, Sam?"
She looked at me. "What do you mean?"
"You've been acting really off lately," I elaborated.
"Well, there is something," she murmured, lowering her head so that she was staring at the sidewalk in front of her.
"What is it?" I asked, looking at her in concern.
My expression shifted to one of confusion as she stopped walking and a smirk slowly crept onto her face. Suddenly, her hand came flying towards my face and she punched me. Completely not expecting that to happen, also having never been punched before, I stumbled backwards and tripped over my own two feet.
"Sam, what - " I began, but her fist was on its way towards my face again. I rolled out of the way quickly. I looked back up at her and saw her coming at me. At that moment, my brain sent me the wrong thought, that I do not know how to fight. I flinched back with my eyes squeezed shut and raised my arms in front of me, waiting for her to hit me, grab me, something, but nothing happened.
I opened my eyes to see what was going on. There was Daniel, holding back a struggling Samantha. I slowly stood up. Samantha kept on lashing at him, but he barely even reacted. "You are the worst bounty hunter I've seen yet," Daniel told her. He pushed her away from him, out of the alley. I looked around, just realizing that we weren't on the streets anymore. I guess I was too concerned about avoiding getting hurt.
Samantha glared at him, then tried to stand her ground, ready for another fight. Daniel rolled his eyes and reached into his back pocket. "You didn't even bring any weapons," he said with a roll of his eyes as he pulled out a gun.
Sam didn't say anything. She was looking between Daniel and the gun, wondering if he'd really shoot her. She determined he would, and ran away. I let out a sigh of slight relief. He turned towards me.
"I was wondering how long it would take for her to turn on you," he said as he put the gun back in his pocket. "You're lucky I was in the area."
By "in the area," I was guessing he meant, 'following your every step.' "You knew she was going to turn on me?" I asked quietly. I was still shaken up from what just happened.
"It was rather obvious if I do say so myself," Daniel replied. He looked at me. "You know my offer still stands."
"I need to - to think," I said. Suddenly I thought, if one of my best friends just betrayed me, what about the other one? "What about Megan?"
"You don't need to worry about her," he said. "She's my cousin."
My eyes widened. Apparently, I had more to think about than I realized. My entire life just turned into a trainwreck.
"Come on, I'll drive you home," Daniel said. I shook my head and took a step away from him. I didn't know who to trust anymore. Who was with me and who was against me? Daniel most definitely wasn't on the Trusted List.
He gave a frustrated sigh. "Look, I owe your father." I blinked in surprise. How could that be true? My dad died in a car accident three years ago. Daniel took my silence as a cue to continue. "I'm not going to go into the details of it, but basically, he saved my life. And then later, he died because of me. I figure the least I can do is keep his daughter safe."
I thought for a moment, then slowly nodded. If he was a man of honor like he claimed to be, he would keep his promise. And if he wasn't, he couldn't do much to me while he was driving if he didn't want something to happen to him as well.
The drive was silent and uneventful. For some reason, I was surprised to watch him go the speed limit. I had put my address into my phone for google to guide us back. Finally, I could see my house. Daniel stopped in front of it and parked the car. After I finished putting google away I began unbuckling myself while looking at the house, making sure everything was in order.
As I was looking at the house, I noticed that it wasn't all in order. The door was standing wide open. My mom wouldn't have the door open in this weather. My insides froze as my mind started throwing 'what ifs' at me. "Something's wrong," I said and shot out of the car. I didn't know if Daniel was behind me or not, nor did I care.
I threw open the screen door and rushed around the house, looking for my mom. Eventually, I found her in the kitchen, lying on the floor unconscious. I skidded to a stop and knelt beside her. There was a big red bump on her forehead. She was still breathing, she had just been knocked out. Tears welled up in my eyes. I couldn't have this happening, she did nothing to get attacked for. I made the mistake, she shouldn't be suffering for it.
I saw black shoes in my peripheral. I looked up to see Daniel standing there, looking down at me. I wiped my eyes and swallowed down my tears.
"Fine," I said through gritted teeth. "I'll join you."
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