The Chosen Few (On Hold)

Chapter 19

We rush down the street in the car Aamora stole. My hair swishes all in front of my face from the rapid wind flow. I see that were approaching my house. Aamora doesn't look like she's going to stop soon.

"Slam the break!" I yell in Aamora's ear. She smirks, almost snickering.

"Whatever you say. "

She presses her foot on the break out of no where. My face slams into the front seat, hard. I groan, and pull myself up. Everyone else is hanging half out of there seats.

"Now, was that better?" Aamora asks, not even trying to contain the wicked grin on her face.

"Well if you're counting my face slamming into the car, then heck no." I retort back, growling.

"Oh, I wasn't. "

"I can tell, c'mon Kenya. Let's get out of here." Aamora raises an eyebrow.

"Where Kenya going? Tommorow we have school. Won't your 'adopters' get worried?" Aamora questions. Kenya bites her bottom lip.

"Instead of worrying about us, why don't you worry about getting this car back to it's owner." I retort, and me and Kenya hop out. I don't want to let out all of Kenya's dirty laundry. She can tell the rest of them in her own time.

"Dang, I was only asking a question, chill." Aamora spats, glaring at me. "Well, anyway, I gotta bounce before the authority starts looking for us."

"Yeah, well bye guys, talk to you later." I wave as Aamora starts the car again, and they're gone in less than a second. I turn to Kenya.

"It's time. You ready?" I ask, trying to give a hopeful smile.

"I think so, but what if-"

"STOP!"

"But-"

"STOP!" I put my finger on her mouth. "Stop with the doubting. It's going to work, I know it."

"Mercetie-"

"Nope, don't want to hear it."

"No! Mercetie, I was trying to say, would you get your hand off my mouth?!"

I remove my finger and blush. "Oh, sorry."

"Yeah, whatever. I'm ready, and that's all that matters." Kenya says, now energetic.

"Let's go." And we walk the rest of the way to the door. I got my key and unlock the door. I put me and Kenya's  jacket on the coat rack.

"Mom!?" It's still sounds a little weird in my mind, but I try to say it, because it makes Ms. Arton happy.

"Oh, you're home! I missed you SO much! Where are you so I can give you a hug!" Ms. Arton shouts from The kitchen. I tell Kenya to stay at the door while I go to Ms. Arton.

I walk into the kitchen and see a freshly made chocolate cake on the counter. Ms. Arton is standing there, decorating the cake with white piping frosting. When she sees me, she outs the piping tool down, and hugs me hard.

"Hi sweetie! I just knew you would enjoy some chocolate cake- since it's your favorite- so I made some-also, I saw this fetching outfit in the display place in the mall and decided, on Saturday, and get it for you! Anyway, how was the ugh, party?"

"Umm... it was fine, but uh, can we talk?" I ask.

Ms. Arton takes my hands and looks me in the eyes sincerely. "Let me guess, you had unprotected sex. Don't worry, I'll get you-"

"NO NO NO! That's not what I was trying to say." I basically scream before she can finish that sentence.

I can hear Kenya snickering by the door. My face is as red as a tomato.

Ms. Arton does a sigh of relief. "Oh, sorry honey. What do you need?"

"IIIII..." I glance out the kitchen, to where Kenya is. "Umm... Kenya, can you please come over here?" I ask, kinda unsure. Im starting to have second thoughts about this.

"Huh? Who's..." Ms. Arton trails off when she sees Kenya moving towards us. Ms. Arton walks up to Kenya. My breath hitches in my throat. What is she doing?

All of a sudden, Ms. Arton just grabs her and gives her a huge hug. "OH MY GOSH! She's so adorable! Just look at her cheeks-AND THOSE DIMPLES! Can we  keep her?!" Ms. Arton was jumping up and down with Kenya in her arms. She eyes dart from left and right, looking frightened.

I have to suppress my laughing before I respond. "That's what I was going to ask."

"Oh then of course! Well wait, where's your parents?" Ms. Arton asks, finally sober.

Kenya looks down. "No ma'am." Ms. Arton gasps, and pulls her into an even tighter hug.

"Oh, you poor thing! Of course you can stay! I've always wanted two girls, i guess I'm finally getting  them!" Ms. Arton grabs me, and pulls me into the tight embrace.

"Oh, my darlings! We're going to have SO much fun!"