The Shooting Star

(7) Siete: Mr. Lamberg

It seems as if the world is turning around for the better for the four of us. I've been becoming better friends with them, especially Lily. I love her cheerful energy and wacky personality. Ricky and Henrie have been becoming a lot closer, and even though they won't admit they're dating, they seem pretty committed. And also, Henrie has been so happy recently. Ever since he unlocked his telekinesis, he has been moving stuff across the van all day long. Our clothes, our food, everything.

Thank god we have Ricky, the only one of us who knows how to use a GPS. Brunswick is about a 5-hour drive, so he decided to take the wheel, with Henrie in the front and me and Lily in the back. 

We're already about an hour and a half into the drive, and Ricky suggests that we should go get some food in a town we're approaching, Augusta. 

"We'll be fine," Ricky mentions, "No one knows who we are, and it's only your parents that are looking for us."

"Are you kidding?" Henrie says, condescendingly, "How exactly do you think they've been finding us? I'm sure everyone knows about the flying green car. They have to have gotten their info from the media."

"Ah, loosen up Kaokao," I said, patting his back, "Even if people knew about the incident, it's not like they could get our faces from a van floating 1000 feet up. And this is a nice, gray van. I'm sure there are many." 

"Yeah, that's why my mom got it," Lily said, laughing, "It's basic." 

"We're stopping in Augusta!" I yelled, Ricky cheering with me. 

After about 30 more minutes, we finally got into the city. It's my first time actually being in a city; it was a weird experience. There were so many people around, walking and sitting out, enjoying the sun. It was so cool! I couldn't wait to finally be able to experience the life of a regular human, living the normal life in great ole Augusta. 

We stopped by a small restaurant that Ricky said was pretty popular called Annie's Oven (AN: no this is not a real restaurant, don't try to look it up). I had never been to a restaurant before, but I have seen them many times on TV. We go inside, and there were a lot of people in there. It was about 12 noon, and breakfast was still being served. It was beautiful. Ricky offered to pay for everyone, so we got a table and ordered a bunch of food. I got a bunch of biscuits and a bunch of other stuff.

"Isn't this amazing?" Lily said, getting kind of sad, "the freedom to go to a restaurant and order food." I looked up at her, "Don't worry, sprout. That'll be us soon." I smiled, and she smiled back. I turned to Ricky, "So, how do you have so much money anyway?" 

He chuckled, "Well, I got a full scholarship at my school, so all of the money my parents and I saved up just went into my accounts, I have thousands." 

"Oh, you had one of those work things..."

"A job? Yeah, I did... it wasn't so bad."

"No, it sounds terrible. I spent my entire life working for someone who didn't even love me, and I didn't even get paid to do it, never again." I said sarcastically, laughing. 

"I think it's pretty cool, a basic part of a normal life," Henrie says, looking at Ricky. He smiled back at him and grabbed his hand, holding it and laughing. I, out of jealousy, sighed ridiculously loud. I leaned my head back comically, making Lily laugh, too. But as I leaned backwards, I got a glimpse of the television behind me. I didn't think much of it, but then I looked back. "Oh, no."

It was the news channel, and it was a recorded tape of the van, burning green flames, in the sky. The caption said, "CIA Still Investigating Abducted Teens On UFO." I yelled out of laughter. "What! A UFO! What are we, aliens?" I got Lily to laugh, but Henrie looked very concerned. "You think this is funny, not only are our parents tracking us but so is the CIA. This is so bad."