<<Ryes POV>>
"Finally the weekend!" I cheer gleefully as I kick off my shoes and lie down. So far Rose has gotten a job at a café and Diala is trying to get some experience at swimming for a lifeguard (though I'm confused about why Rose didn't go for that job instead).
I open up the small Dell laptop Rose has. I wait anxiously as I watch the startup screen. I hacked into a local connection to use. I google up our names.
Ryan Greywood, Rosella Greywood, Diala Ackerman,
Isla O'Reilly, Don Michael James, Relatives, Ancestry
My excitement melts down to depression as the page loaded to only show our parents, nobody else; no grandparents, uncles, aunts, cousins nothing except for our parents and Rose and I being siblings. I continue to search the web for anything even a tiny bit of existence from our heritage.
"Damn it no results..."
I click on pictures to see ones of us when we were little. I smile then frown knowing that we can't just relax and have a good time. If someone finds out who we really are, we might need to move, start again, and forge new documents.
I sigh and shut the laptop and walk away. Then I remember that there might've been evidence recovered from the house and decided to continue searching.
Police officers who investigated the house after Ryan and Rosella Greywood's mysterious disappearance say that they will talk about the things they found.
"So far in our investigation, we have only found normal signs on evidence; no reason why anything would happen to make then disappear, but we did find two envelopes in a safe that we have cracked. They are addressed to Ryan and Rosella. In all the other missing children cases we found similar envelopes. Because of privacy we have agreed not to open them incase they are still alive and will return. We will be holding the envelopes at the Greywood's home on 143 Miller Street in Los Angeles, California. The house will be open until the 26th of June when we will commence the destruction of it.
They will be destroying the our house next week unless we go...
"ROSE, I WANT TO GO TO LA!" I exclaim across the big musty warehouse.
"Rye, we can't just go to LA; we are just starting to settle in New York. Besides, it would take forever for us to get there and I'm not sure if we can get on a plane. I also just started my new job a few days ago,"
I start to explain about our house and the evidence. "We can come back after, just say we are going on vacation for like... two weeks."
"Fine," sighs Rose.
We begin cleaning up the warehouse and packing all the backpacks we found in the dumpster. We continue to work as Diala and Rose go to ask for some time off from their jobs. I smile gleefully hoping to see the house that I very vaguely remember. I'm sure the others agree too because they also have big grins on their face. We have started packing up food and water for our trip.
"I have an idea!" I shout as I start typing up fake IDs on the laptop then print them with an old printer Osla found in a dumpster outside of an electronics store. I start to hand out fake IDs when I pass by Rose and Diala. I give them theirs which is for a sixteen-year-old and eighteen-year-old.
"You are 'legally' sixteen and eighteen years of age, both of you. We can stop by the used car place near the school and use one,"
"Well, we can't just hijack a car and drive, and we can't just walk to LA from New York," adds Diala.
"Or maybe we could..." Rose smirks.
We decide to start the hijack at midnight. I stare at my cracked watch in anticipation and say, "11:45," Each minute seems longer then the last one as we all wait. "12:00," I say cheerfully.
Each of us start sprinting around and stop and the car shop.
"We can take this one," smiles Isla as she gestures to a Motorhome.
"It's settled then; we are taking the Motorhome. You guys get some rest, I'll start driving," says Rose, sighing as she hops into the front and says, "This is pretty nice... Right! put the food in the fridge first, by the way."
We all put the food in and start to drop into the ominous worlds of dreams, but me, however, fell into a dreamless sleep, like most nights.
YOU ARE READING
Test Subjects #Wattys2015
AdventureFive kids have awoken from a deep, long rest; they have no memory of anything, and the only knowledge of themselves is what was included on the tags around their neck: name, age, animal, weapon, and element. Step into the shoes of Ryan "Rye" Greywoo...
