Unusual High School

Episode 9 - Missing

"Violet, I hope you know you're insane." Amber leaned back in her seat, glancing over at her friend. They had been driving for awhile now, nearly into the morning of the next day. The sign of the neighboring town glimmered in the early rays of dusk.

"Better than stupid." Violet never took her eyes off the road. She had pulled her dark hair into a ponytail, which kept it out of her deep blue eyes. There was a dedication in them Amber had only ever seen once before.

"If we're caught, they'll-"

"I know."

"Then wh-"

"Because we won't be caught."

Amber sighed. She played with the tips of some of her hair. She had no idea if they would get out of this unharmed, let alone successful.

"We should call the police." She folded her arms over her chest. They were tucked in a light gray sweater.

"Don't you remember what you just told me, like, an hour ago? You know that there's officers in there. I won't go as far as to say it's full-blown police corruption, but do you really want to take that chance?" Violet replied.

"It's just... We're two teenagers. What the hell are we going to do?" She looked down at her hands.

"We're two teenagers with the element of surprise, a gun, and a few other tricks."

"... Yeah, yeah." She turned and looked out the window. "How are you so confident this will turn out... well..."

"I'm not." Violet sighed, loosening her grip on the wheel. "It's easier to pretend that I am, I suppose."

"... Okay." They rode in silence for a bit. After a few minutes, Amber spoke up. "If you had kids, what would you name them?"

"I dunno. The name Grace is pretty, I guess." Violet shrugged. "Maybe Grant if it was a boy."

"Isn't that the name of the guy we're meeting?" Amber asked.

"Yeah. subconscious influence, I guess." She shrugged. "What are you gonna name... yours?" She trailed off a bit at the end of the sentence. Amber sighed, then smiled a bit.

"It's okay." She nodded. "I like the name Michael."

"Girl?"

"Michelle."

"Roger that." There was another pause.

"What did Crofton do?" Amber asked. Violet looked up, finally taking her eyes off the road. "If you don't mind me asking, that is," she added quickly. Violet sighed, and turned her head back to the road.

"He treats me more like a doll than a person," she said, gripping the wheel more tightly. "He acts like he needs to take care of me or something, when he doesn't. And then he goes on to act like he knows allllllllllllllllll the shit there is to know about the foster system because he's in one house, manages to insult my entire family and my upbringing, and then takes off without warning after professing his 'undying' love for me. He gave up on me. He gave up on us." She gripped the wheel even tighter. "And then he's got the nerve to come into my home, crying to me about not knowing what he did, and expects me to come crawling back after just an 'I'm sorry.'" She narrowed her eyes. "If you can't even name what you did, how can you be sorry? To be sorry is to repent. To be sorry is to regret your actions. You can't regret something you don't think you did. And if there's one thing I know, it's this; If you can't feel sorry about something you've done, you're bound to do it again." She continued to focus on the road. "Actions speak louder than words, and until I get a genuine apology where he can explain to me what he did wrong, his are screaming louder than any 'I'm sorry' he can cry out."