GOOD SAMARITANS

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A cold December morning, seven thirty-six to be specific, was a less than desired time for either of the Lewis sisters to be awake. The family's car pulled up outside the church. The church that everybody, minus maybe like five families, in Felicity Valley attended. When Danny peered out the window, they saw Amelia Harrington and Emma Pang talking to their parents. Sergey gestured for his daughters to get out.

As they stepped inside, Varvara placed a hand on either the girl's shoulders. "I know it's early," She said with a sympathetic smile. "You girls can sleep in the pews if you want." She then walked off and the sisters wordlessly turned away from one another. Danny took off their jacket, tossing it onto the floor. She grabbed the blanket that was always at the end of a pew and laid down on the red velvet pew, pulling her gray beanie over her eyes. For a few minutes, they laid there, half-asleep, imagining fake scenarios because it's what we all do when we try to sleep.

"Danny," Mae whispered. "Danny!"

"Go away, Mae."

"It's kinda important."

"What do you want, Mae?" Danny peeled the beanie from her eyes.

"There's a lady sleeping in the pews."

"A what?" That got Danny's attention as she sat up. "A lady in the pews, she's asleep." Mae reiterated. The bluenette adjusted her beanie and stood up, following her sister over to where the lady was. When they peered into the pews, there was a girl, no older than sixteen, fast asleep. "Mae, stay behind me. Just in case." Danny whispered and Mae did as her sister said.

Soon enough, the two heard soft footsteps and looked behind them to see a boy, no older than seventeen or eighteen. In her head, Danny went over what this guy would do. Was he planning on attacking them? If that was the case, they were fairly confident they could protect themself and their sister from this. Mae looked away from the boy, walking towards the lady, holding her hand out.

"Don't-" He said loudly before quickly cutting himself off. "Sorry, that's my sister. She gets scared easily. Doesn't like people touching her." He smiled awkwardly. He walked past the sisters, stepping towards his own, and shook her slightly.

She awoke, very startled, fight or flight very obviously quickly kicking in, before she seemed to notice they were just kids. "Hey," He smiled at his sister.

They stared in shock, her eyes darting between her brother and the Lewis sisters. "Sorry, that was kinda rude of us," Danny smiled a little bit. "Are you okay?"

The girl looked at the boy. The boy nodded and so did the girl. "So, you're the silent type. That's okay," Danny shrugged, gesturing Mae to come closer to them. She didn't entirely trust these characters to not try any shit quite yet. "Where are you parents?" Mae asked.

"They didn't want to come with us." The boy said slowly, which felt suspicious to Danny. First off, the way he said it slowly, almost like a question, as if he'd just come up with it. Second off, what did that even mean? But Mae, on the other hand, just nodded, pointing towards the back of the church. "Our parents and some others are over there. Wait here, we'll go grab them."

The two turned, but Danny hesitated for a second, turning back towards the boy and girl. "Are you guys homeless?"

"You could say that." He smiled and Danny smiled back, before he held out his hand. "I'm Jason and this is Samantha. Nice to meet you." Danny shook his hand. Jason and Samantha. So these characters had names. "I'm Danny. This is my sister, Mae." She let go of his hand as Mae shouted "Hey, guys! There's some homeless people here!"

The adults peered out of the supply closet and quickly rushed over to the teens. Soon enough, they gave them some soup and coffee from the church kitchen. They all sat in a circle, everybody asking them questions, Jason answering every time, Samantha not saying a word, even when questions were directed at her. That felt a little suspicious to Danny.

Amelia promised Samantha she could start at the local high school and that the Ansons, they also had last names, could stay at her place for a bit.

That seemed to make them happy. 

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