Inheritance

Chapter 11

Chris's absolutely drool-worthy truck (bakkie). Talk to me people... My mom's correcting my grammar facepalm

The rest of the day sped by and before I knew it the last bell for the day rang and kids were pouring out of the front doors, glad to be rid of this week's Monday. I meet Ami and Chris in front of Chris's big badass truck. "Hey birthday girl, we heading to your house now or what?" Chris asks as I walk up to them, pulling my backpack tighter over my shoulder. "Definitely. You guys got you candy and popcorn?" They turn to look at each other, "Guyyys, come on, that's all you needed to remember!" They both look at me guiltily. "I got an idea Katei! Why don't Chris and I go grab some snacks while you head home and set up?"

"I see, you 'forget' snacks so you can score extra make out time." I fake gag, "It's fine. Just don't expect me to keep to your granny pace in your car." Ami rolls her eyes at me and throws her car keys my way. Her barely-caught-before-splat car keys. Chris just chuckles as he jumps in the driver's seat and his pitch-black monster roars to life and they drive out of the parking lot.

I climb in the driver's side of Ami's lime-green vintage looking beetle. This car was her baby. Her parents would probably have bought her a Lambo if she wanted but she wanted this old thing. We spent our entire summer after sophomore year scooping ice cream and picking up dog shit, not to mention all the odd jobs she dragged me along on. One of which is where she met Chris. Nevertheless, she finally had enough cash to buy her Beetle cash.

Crazy girl.

I pull into my driveway when the warm feeling runs down my spine again. This is getting really old. I am probably just coming down with something. Autumn always messes with everyone's immune system, or at least, that's what I've heard people say. I can count on one hand the amount of times I can remember being sick, and that's if I dig really deep.

I grab my bag and lock the car. The door unlocks without a problem and, even though I know my parents are probably not back yet, I call out for them anyway as I put my stuff down. It's no surprise when the only answer I get is silence. I set out bowls for the snacks and go through the odd knickknacks I received through the day as "birthday presents" A couple of cute erasers that will probably end up lost and forgotten at the bottom of one of my bags, a couple op pencils, one of which looks kinda chewed on... Yeah, I'll rather not think about it. This is depressing. I decide to sit downstairs and wait in an effort to ward off the stifling loneliness that's creeping up on me.

The beautifully sunny day has turned into a gloomy afternoon while I was up in my room. I just hope it doesn't rain before Mom and Dad get home. That would suck. I am not itching for cold, wet hugs from my parents, I'll prefer them warm and dry. I wonder if they'll bring me a present... Ami and I have the tradition to exchange gifts as late as we possibly can. Last year I gave her, her gift just before the clock hit twelve and her birthday was officially over. I can't wait to see how she is going to try and to that. This is the first birthday that Chris is going to be part of.

He showed up in the middle of the last school year, not that Ami or I noticed. We only met him a couple of months later at one of Ami's godawful odd jobs, grooming fricken dogs! Do you know what the "full works" entail? Trust me, you don't. I touched way too many dog butts that day. Anyways Ami met him while blow-drying one of the pompoms and as they say, the rest is history. The two of them fit together like two perfect puzzle pieces and she was in love before the last brush through the pompom's hair.

He makes her happy though, for almost six months now, we've even grown to be friends. He is almost like that older brother I never really wanted but got stuck with anyways. I have got to admit though, that boy is built like a warrior. He looks like a lumberjack with his broad shoulders and tree trunk-size biceps. If it wasn't so adorable it would have been strange to see my tall, yet extremely dainty, best friend in his arms. As it is I am surprised he doesn't crush her when they hug. They would make super cute babies one day though, if they are still together that is. With Ami's white-blonde hair and sky-blue eyes, any combination with Chris's sandy-brown hair and honey-oak eyes would make for an utter heart-stopper. One day, very, very, very, very, very far in the future.

A sudden crash smashes my daydreams of cute little mini-Amis and -Christofers. What the hell? That sounded like glass being obliterated. I, being the totally genius girl I am, grab the lamp and slowly walk out of the living room in the direction the sound came from. I walk by the kitchen where everything is as I left it. Thunder outside echoes my panicked heartbeat. Everything looks a billion times scarier than it should because of the dim early-afternoon light filtering through the windows. It looks like twilight, not barely half past three.

I hear voices down the hall. "You bloody idiot! What the hell did you do that for?" Yeesh that woman sounds pissed. "It's faster, and it's not as if the girl could hear it. Her guardians basically made anything to do with any of us invisible to her. She's probably chilling in her room being none the wiser," a smug baritone carries through the hall. I hear something that sounds like a slap and a new voice, "Doesn't mean we need to take unnecessary chances. The House could be watching, and her guardians could be back any second now. Our distraction didn't hold as long as we hoped. Apparently, the little princeling isn't even close to The House." The House, why does that sound so familiar? These people are creepy, and that last voice reminds me of a certain... someone. "Enough you two. We need to get the girl and go. If she is who bossboy thinks she is. This is going to be a massive win for us.

Their footsteps are growing louder and I am very much regretting not grabing one of the kitchen knives when I had the chance. I run and turn into the hallway that leads to the barely-used study, running right into a wall. A big sturdy, moving wall.

Oh shit!

So... Who do you guys think these people are, who's bossboy and is who the wall, she walked into?

I told you things were gonna start picking up.

BTW who didn't read Chapter 5? I think a bunch of people skipped it