The Child of Scraps

Chapter 4

Avery was shocked. Sounds boring, but was there any other word that described her feelings any better?

She knew this man. She'd swear on her life that he was there when her dad was kidnapped. Heck, his bodyguards looked kinda familiar too!

But she remembered, she saw him coming our of the van slowly and looking at his cellphone as her dad was held down by some of his bodyguards. She remembered him saying, "Yes, I think that's our man," before walking back inside the van, as the men dragged her father into the trunk.

Yes, she was definitely, absolutely sure that it was him. And yet, what would a politician want to do with her father?

She stared as he evaded the reporters' questions, his bodyguards protecting him. He was starting to get inside the limousine when she tugged on Noah and said, "Hurry!"

The limousine started and the girls ran after it, one of them not knowing why. They weren't looking, so they crashed into someone, a boy their age. 

"Sorry!" Avery hastily shouted, as she pulled Noah up and started their chase again. They couldn't lose track of the limo now, not when Avery knew that Aguirre held the answers she needed.

Eventually, the limousine stopped in front of an old factory. Avery pulled Noah behind a house beside it, trying to hide from the view of the people there.

Avery was watching them as carefully as she could when she felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned around to find Noah holding her phone up. 'What are we doing here?'

Avery hastily typed out her reply. 'Those men were the ones who kidnapped my dad.'

Noah looked incredulous. She replied in disbelief, 'Are you sure? I mean, that's a famous politician. I don't see why he'd need your father.'

'Neither do I, but I intend to find out.' Avery was about to charge in and ask them in the rudest manner she could think of, when someone grabbed her shoulder and painfully pulled her back. Avery let out a shriek, before turning around and seeing that the culprit was a young boy, the very same one that they had bumped into earlier.

"What's your problem?" She asked him, trying her best to show him her irritation.

"My problem? I think the one with the problem is you. Just what do you think you're doing? Those men," the boy pointed in the direction of the factory, "are dangerous men. I saw you trying to chase them in the car. While I'm surprised that you were somehow able to catch up -magic, perhaps, something that increases your stamina so you can sprint longer- I really don't think you should irritate them with whatever fan-like gesture you plan on doing."

"Okay, first of all, I am so not a fan of that trash. Second of all, I want to bother them because they took my father. And lastly, how the heck can you make a sentence that long?"

"I make sentences that long because I prefer to provide all of my thoughts in a neat and precise manner. I'm sorry that you couldn't comprehend that, girl."

"Excuse me!?"

"Look, I don't mean to insult you. I just meant that you can't seem to pick up the little details. For example, on the assumption I do believe that they actually took your father -but really, that is ridiculous and I can't seem to figure out what kind of father is wanted by politicians- I don't think you'll get anything by charging in recklessly and yelling at them, or whatever it was that you were planning to do. I mean, how old are you, fourteen? That's about the age when magic is starting to become strong. Yours would be too weak to actually do much."

Avery felt her face heating up, and she gripped her hand tightly. "Shut up because it's none of your business."

The guy leaned back. "I'm sorry, I'm entitled to freedom of speech. And I'm going to irritate you as much as possible to stop whatever idiotic plan you're doing. I'm bored, and there isn't much that I can do after this. I've never gotten to insult a witch like you."