Paige's Perspective
I come home from the last day of high school with my little brother Leo. Our bus stop is two blocks away from our house, on 108th ave, and we go to the same school-École Nouvelle Frantière which is a fifth grade to twelfth grade public school.
"We're home!" I yelled, throwing my backpack on the couch, Leo copying me. I shut the door behind me-I was the last one in the house. That's one of the rules in our house-the last one in the house has to close the door, no running indoors (more specified for Leo), no screaming if somebody isn't dying, things like that-mostly for safety reasons.
"Are you hungry Leo?" I asked, feeling hungry for shredded potatoes.
"I think I'm good for a bit," he replied right when the door bursted open. Some masked man walked in with a gun in the air, pointing at my little brother.
