endangered

Chapter One

"We are endangered," she said.

Why wasn't I scared? I have never been told these words before. It's not like I Knew what was happening or what to do. The thing was I didn't know what to do. I didn't know how to respond to what she said.

My step-mother worked for the government. Thanks to her, my father was dead. He, too, worked for the government. She betrayed them, and my father. I couldn't trust her. I walked away. That's all I could do to stop her from talking and to make her realize that I was hurt. I wasn't just hurt from her words, but that my father was gone. I have never lived a day without him.

"We must go under cover, Gwendolyn."

A chill ran down my spine.

"It's Gwen!" I shouted.

As I tried to force away my tears, I walked away. Away from the front door and over to the staircase that led to the upper floor. That led to my bedroom. She followed after me and quickly put her hand on the railing. "Gwendolyn! I mean Gwen. Listen! Please, this is very important," she shouted even louder and then became softer after every word. "I have made my decision clear. You, Grace and Abby are going to live with your Grandmother in Seattle. Just until this all blows over." I frowned at the idea.

Another chill ran down my spine.

I didn't understand. I was so confused and frustrated. I wanted the whole world to just slow down. I just wanted to scream at the top of my lungs and see my father again. I wanted to go home. My real home. The home where my father and my real mother lived and took care of me.

"We live in Washington! You want me, who is only thirteen, and your two daughters, Grace and Abby who are only ten and five... to live with your mother?" I asked, hoping to make her idea sound ridiculous. She nodded. I couldn't believe what was happening.

My heart was racing at I speed I couldn't control.

"I need to go pick up Grace and Abby from school. Are you okay by yourself?" she asked, trying to sound concerned. I didn't answer. She walked back towards the door and grabbed her keys. The door slammed so hard that it shook the entire house. And I was alone. For those strangers to come find me, kill me or do whatever they wanted from my family.

I walked up the rest of the staircase and up to my room. My room was painted a nice lavender with a dark purple bed. A white dresser which held my clothes, a white table which held my plum colored lamp and a white and purple striped carpet on my dark wood floor. As you can see I favor the color purple. My room was simple and easy, nothing much to it. You would probably think that because both of my parents work real close with the government, that we would live in somewhat of a fancy house.  

I sat on my bed. Thinking if there was anything I could do to stop my step-mother from practically shipping us to live with her mother. Though I loved her, only because she is the only grandmother that I have ever had and met.

Then again, what happens when she passes away? Where would we go? What would we do?

I had an idea.

I started packing up my bags. I packed absolutely everything I had in the clothes category and everything that was so precious to me. Once I was finished packing I stuffed all of my suitcases and bags into my closet.

Then I started packing up for Grace and Abby.

The front door swung open. They were home. I quickly stuffed their suitcases into my closet.

"Home! Gwen? We need to talk about this now as a family!" my step-mother called.

I forced myself down the stairs.

I wondered how Grace and Abby would respond. They would probably be even more confused than I am.