Jessica

Chapter 1

I look out the window of my car, making little braids in my dirty blond hair as we drive from the beach. I look back at the trunk to see our surfboards bouncing up and down. My boyfriend, Logan, hums as he drives my navy SUV, his brown hair dripping with sea water. He whips his head and I laugh as I am sprayed with water.
I look behind me again, paranoia coming on, and see that there is a black SUV with totally blacked out windows driving exceptionally fast. I turn back to face forward, and take off my beach hat. "Logan, you need to do everything I tell you to, okay?" I say, my voice shaking as I grab my shotgun from under my seat. Logan's eyes widen, and I motion toward the black SUV. "Long story short, I am amazing at any type of combat and I can use any type of firearm. I don't know why. I've never had any training. My family is the fourth richest family in the U.S right now, the Smoldens. My dad owned a lab, but his work disappeared with him when I was eleven. People, to this day, try to hunt me down, even though I am seventeen." I say swiftly as I load my chosen firearm.
Before I can even turn off the guns safety, the black SUV rams into the back of mine, whipping us forward. My head smacks against the dashboard, leaving a blood stain along with a small indention. I shake my head, and open my window. My legs remain in he car, the rest of my body holding onto the roof. I pull the trigger of my shotgun, and the bullet bounces right off of the windshield. I curse under my breathe. "Logan, crowbar!" I yell, climbing into the roof. I take my belt off, wrap it around the horizontal pole on top of my car. I climb up, and stand. "Closer..." I mumble, waiting to pounce on the black SUV. "Logan, open the trunk!" I yell, the wind whipping my hair around. The black SUV drives closer, and I jump into its roof. I land less gracefully than I imagined it, but whatever! The man on the passengers side opens his window, handgun in his hand. I barely dodge a bullet before connecting his head with my crow bar . I open the door, and toss the mans unconscious body out into the street. As I slide in, I kick the side of the drivers face, causing us to swerve. I catch myself before falling out, and manage to climb back up. I shut the door, a hand clasping around my throat as I do so. I gasp for air, and hit his wrist as hard as I can with my knee. I screams, and I hit the side of his head the my crow bar. I claim back onto the cars roof, the car starting to drive into the forest. I throw my crow bar, not having any other use of it. I jump, grabbing onto the end of the trunk, and swinging inside. I crash into our surf boards, but instantly start laughing. Logan hoots as I slide back into my seat. I put my seatbelt on as we slow down and stop a few minutes later. We look at each other, but our heads snap back up as another black SUV rams into the front of our car. We try to drive around it, but it smashes into my side of the car. It tips over, and we tumble down a hill covered with trees. We scream, and I hold Logans hand. My hair flies everywhere, glass flies everywhere, our stuff flies out of our shattered windows. I look up at Logan, he begins to say something, but a rock flies in and hits hit in the head. A bruise quickly forms along with a stream of blood. His limbs fly helplessly as we tumble down, and I scream as I see we are about to crash head first into a thick, spiky tree.