Clarissa:
I stood at the next bus stop with Jet and Devin, fiddling with the strap of my tote. I looked across the road and my breathing stopped and my heart froze.
I let out a whimper and crossed my arms over my chest "Oh my god, how did they find me? Oh god."
My father sat in the beat up red car across the street. He wasn't looking at me but he was definiatly looking for something. Before his eyes could land on me I grabbed one of the guys, which one I had no idea, and kissed them. They seemed shocked and seemed like they'd push me away. Jet.
Iwaited until the feeling of my father's eyes passed and pulled away. Embarassed I said "Sorry. It's just, well, my dad is kind of, well, over there."
The car's engine roared to life and I flinched. I didn't relax until the car was out of sight. Why is he looking for me? In case you tell. I zzy spoke into my mind.
*Is this okay? If not I'll change it. WordsInMyMind, sorry about that. If you don't want it I'll change it.*
