A New World

Chapter 6 - Good Morning, It's 1AM

"If only we had a plane escort," Dylan complained, maybe Martha's claim that Dylan always complained was right after all.

"Dylan, stop daydreaming!" Martha snapped. "We just allowed Joe to run off, again."

"Well, we can't do anything about it can we?" Dylan looked exasperated. "We'll have to turn back. We can't chase him by road."

"What do we do then?" Martha asked. "We can't just let him get away."

Dylan thought about it. "Our only fighting chance is to get a plane of our own to chase him by air. We can't do that now, however. Sometime this week, we'll go to an airport, and 'borrow' one of their planes. Joe's plane will have to be in reach though. When he's close enough so that we can easily catch up, we'll go."

Martha nodded. "Keep on high alert, and keep up with the news. If you think that we can catch up with Joe's plane from any of your local airports, you'll need to let us know. Apart from that, that's about it. Everyone, be on high alert."

*

It seemed like an eternity getting through that traffic, but eventually they did. Dylan dropped Sam off by his house before he drove off, the engine even sounding tired as it rumbled across the road.

Sam's adrenaline was going down fast at that point. The song had kept it going for a while, but now it was depleting rapidly.

Just when he was at quite a low point, he opened the door to his house, and was startled by an insanely loud shout from the living room.

"SAMUEL!!"

I KNEW this was too good to be true... Sam thought. Of course my dad would notice I was out of the house.

Tired, but willing to face whatever stupid punishment he'd get, went over to his infuriated father in the living room.

"What is it, Dad?" Sam asked, acting innocent.

"I said you could work on your model-"

Ah dammit, here comes yet another lecture, Sam rolled his eyes.

"But I didn't say you could go out, steal your neighbour's car and go on a drive with your friends!"

Dammit Cole, Sam wanted to give his brother a piece of his mind for snitching, but he wasn't in the mood, and even his brother would probably beat him in a fight.

"You, Samuel, are grounded!"

I've never actually been grounded before, Sam thought. I've mainly just been hit on the arm with a wooden spatula.

"You are not to use your phone or game consoles for a whole week, and you are staying in your room doing homework."

"But I have no hom-"

"Deal with it!" his father snapped. "Read your chemistry textbook or something. You're going to be up there doing that until half past nine, lights out."

"But I'll need to go and brush my teeth won't I-?"

"Shut up and go!"

Sam took that command on board, and sulkily climbed up the stairs, glaring at the closed door of his brother's room on the way. He turned on the lights and slumped down on one of his beanbags. He wasn't going to read that chemistry textbook anytime soon. He'd already read through all the 200 pages three times, and reading through it more times didn't make it any more interesting. He looked around his room. The smoothie cups were all empty, and were laid out in a circle, surrounding the empty sandwich plate in the centre. Sam decided to make himself useful, and put all the empty cups on the sandwich plate, and put them beside his teddy bear on his chest of drawers.