× Adopted ×

×Chapter 7×

^^^ Aneska ^^^

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So I made my journey home after recieving the text from Ron to do so. Much to my dismay, but it wasn't like I had any other option.

I found the estimation of time from school to my house is 15 minutes, but since I am a very slow walker it would take double the time. Plus, it was really hot today.

God I hate walking and heading home just confirmed it even more. Looking around I observed the scenery around me, maybe I should have gone with Aneska and Nathan. One of them could have dropped me off back at home, but then again; I don't recommend it.

My thoughts ran wild and my feet crunched against the rocky/sandy surface while I walked beside the dirt road, I knew I was very close to home by now since the asphalt road now turned sandy. My face scrunched into confusion hearing the sounds of speeding vehicle's, I spinned around quickly in the direction I heard them from.

"wow!" I yelped loudly, jumping backwards when suddenly a police car zoomed by me with the sirens blaring and the lights flashing. My eyes wide at the speed it was going at, soon an Ambulance of some sort zoomed after the cop car just as fast.

There must be a serious accident nearby or something, because man they were speeding like no tomorrow.

I felt my phone vibrate once again and I quickly got the darn thing out, letting the speeding vehicles pass as an normal occurrence. Looking at my cellphone, I read the newest message which was sent by Ron.

"Where are you!?"

"Well, walking home of course-" I never go to finish the text as I screamed and pretty much dropped my phone when some type of military jet flew pass me.

The power of the wind and speed made me fall backwards and instantly loose my footing. Hitting my backbone hard, I felt my hands slightly sting. I think I must of scrapped them pretty bad. I hiss in pain and quickly checked my stinging hands to note that yes, they were injured.

What was a jet doing flying so freaking low! Anger ignited in my chest while my eyes stung from the pain and dust.

"I better get home." I muttered quietly to myself, getting up I picked up my phone that I dropped and sprinted home like no tomorrow.

I did not want another jet speeding pass me anytime soon. I felt a substance run down my arm looking at my left arm I notice red blood pour from my injured hand. God dang it. Why do I get injured so easily!

Now walking down the drive-way, I sighed when I passed the familiar Black truck. Noting how Will and Ron were most likely home from work. I stopped when I noticed what seemed to be that same Ambulance from before parked right next to Ron's Truck and-

"Wow" I admire what seemed to be an epic Western star truck, the epic flame paint job impressing me.

After a couple of minutes of admiring the truck, I walked to the front of the house where there stood two unknown males talking to Ron and Will, while Sarah played with little Annabelle in the sandpit nearby.