Flares - Book 1

0.7 - Survival Insticts and Goodbye

"Alright, that was a god awful dinner." Alex laughed once the door had shut. "Seriously, I've never seen anything so awkward."

"Fuck off." Klara rolled her eyes, angry that her brother found joy in such a horrible experience.

"Now, now. Stop fighting." Bruce scolded his kids while a lawful smirk fell on his lips.

"Now, Tom, finish your plan."

"Bu-but Mr. and Mrs. Cannon-"

"Aren't your parents, we are. So, how are you planning to survive if things go south?"
"Alex, Klara and I can go to the store tomorrow, if you guys go to work and just keep your phones on you and we'll call you if there's an emergency." Tom spoke, this time more assertively. "Tonight we'll pack bags and we'll load them in the cars in the morning."

"That's my boy." Bruce smiled proudly at the boy. "Now what are you going to buy?'
"Non-paritiables, stuff that won't expire quick and things that don't need to go in the fridge. Also candles, batteries, flashlights, stuff like that."

"Good job. Well, you heard him kids, now, go and pack your things and make sure you're up early." Bruce ordered.

Klara led as the children went upstairs, all going to their individual rooms to pack their bags. Klara and Tom had rooms across from each other, Klara and Alex' room beside each other with their bathroom separating. Tom's room was beside Sandra and Bruce's bathroom separating them, but, by choice Tom shared his space with Alex in his half of the bathroom.

Klara's room was a mess. Her clothes were tossed aside in heaps on the floor, her dresser covered in makeup, and her desk filled with her art and writing supplies. Her bed was in the center of the room along the back wall, her closet to the left with the bathroom beside it, her desk to the right and her dresser on the right wall. Her tv was mounted across from her bed, under it were unfinished paintings resting along the wall. A fuzzy black rug laid dead in the center of the room with bits of paint splattered on it. She frowned as she looked around, the pictures on her wall were falling in some areas, her laundry scattered at her feet, and her bedroom light dull. She picked up her clothes, throwing them into the laundry basket that had fallen over beside her desk. She organized her desk, clearing off the space before putting her makeup in piles. She left her paintings against the wall, all of them staring at her, waiting to be completed, but it had been months by now and those ideas were long gone. She grabbed her duffel bag from under her bed, opening it up and making sure it was empty.

"Fucking hell!" Her ringtone blared, signalling a phone call from Tom. "You better have a good reason to call me, I'm literally across the hall!" She yelled as she put her phone on speaker.

Tom's laughter echoed at her answer. "Is my ringtone stil Tendou?" He laughed.

"Yes, and it's fucking scary when I'm in my head!"

"I'm not even sorry, you did that to yourself picking it!"

"What do you want?"

"Do you need help? I'm done packing and I'm bored." Her jaw dropped.

"Wait, you're done already? All I did was clean..." She pouted. "Yeah, come help."
It only took a second after he hung up before he knocked lightly on the door, giving himself a second before walking in. "Have you even packed?" He laughed.

"I told you, I cleaned."

"Well, if you cleaned more you wouldn't have to bulk clean." He shrugged before jumping on to her bed. Klara rolled her eyes as she whipped a water bottle at the back of her closet. It was a simple action that called her brother to her room, the walls that separated the closets were thin, allowing anything that hit the wall to be heard by the other person. Alex walked through the bathroom a smile on his face before it dropped quickly.