Bullet Proof

Radio Silence

I had gotten to school mid-day. I had an appointment to check on my health and my mom had taken me there.

I waved goodbye to my mother as she left. I swung my backpack strap over my shoulder and walked through the parking lot.

I stopped dead in my tracks when I heard a high pitched sound. I looked around the parking lot, wondering if it was just my head making stuff up.

My eyes landed on a blue jeep, the high pitched sound was coming from there. I walked over to the side of it, looking inside,

Why did I feel like I know this jeep? I asked myself.

"You heard it too?" I heard Scott say, I turned to see him, Lydia and Malia. They all stood by my side,

"The sound is coming from the police band radio inside the jeep." Lydia said and tried opening the door but it was locked.

Scott ended up breaking the lock and unlocking all the doors, we all got inside the jeep. Immediately, the sound stopped,

"It stopped?" Malia asked, we shrugged. Scott and Malia looked at each other,

"What?" Lydia asked them,

"I smell all of us in here."

"Me too." Scott and Malia said to us,

"But I've never been in here." Malia stated, Scott agreed,

"We have been in here, we just don't remember." Lydia said to them, Malia rolled her eyes,

"I thought we were done with that." she let out,

"Yeah Lydia, Parrish checked the VIN number, there's no record of an owner." Scott spoke,

"The jeep didn't just drive itself here." I said to them, having them turn to me,

"Whose side are you on?" Malia asked me,

"I'm on Lydia's side, Stiles is real and he's my brother." Scott sighed, Malia turned to face me,

"He's not real, trust me."

"Open the glove box." I ordered Scott,

"What? Why?" Scott and Malia asked me,

"Just do it, please." Scott opened the glove box and pulled out a registration for the jeep,

"It's from 1996. How did you know?" Scott asked me, I shrugged,

"I had a feeling."

"There's an address!" Lydia exclaimed and grabbed the paper,

"129 Woodbine Lane." she turned to look at me,

"That's my address." I muttered,

"Stiles is real!"

"We don't know that!" Malia exclaimed as well,

"Let's just go talk to your mom after school then." Lydia said to me and got out of the jeep, the rest of us did too.

***

"Ready?" Lydia asked me as I closed my locker, I let out a sigh and nodded, she smiled and we walked to her car.

"I don't know what to tell you, I haven't seen that jeep in almost eighteen years." My mom said to Lydia.

We told her how we found the jeep and broke into it and found the registration with our address on it, but she kept telling us that the jeep wasn't hers.

"It's in your name, mom." I said to her,

"But it was stolen." She responded,

"Then how did it end up at the high school?" Lydia asked her, my mom shrugged,