"Okay kids, get in the car" Dad called out to us. "Coming!" I yelled from my room. It was Sunday afternoon and we going over to mom's house as usual. Just needed to pack some last minute things. W here is my scout book? Oh it was by the door. Silly me. I chuckled as I picked it up. I stuffed it into my bag as I ran out the door. "Ready" I said as I hopped into the truck.
We had been on the road for a few minutes when my sister pulled out her phone. It was the new I Phone 6s. It had a nice blue casing that went with her eyes, according to her. Megan was her name. She has short brown red hair that stopped at her shoulders. She had a grey t shirt with blue skinny jeans. Never liked those jeans much. She had grey converse with knee high rainbow socks, to top it all off. She was an artist too. My brother Alex sat next to her in the middle seat. His real name is Alexander, but we use Alex for simplicity. He was the athletic one of the family. Always wanting to do a new sport. He had on a pair of white shorts with a light green almost neon shirt. The combo looked decent, even with his black running shoes. "So," My dad started to say "Hows your mother?" My dad was a nice man. Always trying to help us in anyway possible. Sometimes being annoying about it. But with his work in the military, it made things hard. Always scared he will get deployed. "She doing good." I replied. "That's good." An awkward silence seemed to stretch for far too long. I was beginning to itch for a conversation.
Dad broke the silence. "I recently got a promotion, so now we will be able to afford more stuff for you guys. Maybe we'll head over to the bowling alley to celebrate?" Military work is hhard, I am surprised he got a promotion. "That sounds great!" Alex piped in. "Hey, maybe you can finally not suck and beat Alex!" Megan said with a smirk. "Shut up! I am not that bad!" But I was. Every time Alex would beat me. I don't even know how he does it. "Hey kids settle down, don't make me turn this car around!" Dad threatened playfully.
We came up to an intersection and the apartment were almost in sight. When the lights turned green we began to make our way across. The sounds of distant sirens could be heard. I looked out my window to see a speeding car being chased by a few cop cars. The speeding car had a brown faded paint job. We were now in the middle of the intersection making our way to the end. The car speedily made its way onto the intersection. Our intersection straight for us. "Now kids..." Then it hit.
The car hit us from the left side. I have never been in a car crash. They seemed so cool to be in. But this is awful. The truck rolled and rolled, till we made a crashing stop. Darkness, . . . Blub... Blub Blub. Good, still have my heart. I slowly opened my eyes but quickly closed them due to the truck filled with smoke. I reached over to the seat belt buckle and fumbled with it. The satisfying sound of the click of the lock filled my ears. Yes. When the belt passed over me, I fell out of the seat and onto the roof of the overturned truck. The smoke wasn't as heavy as it was above so I was good in that aspect. Now I needed to get my siblings and I out of the truck. But what confused me most was that where they once sat, now sat a fox and cheetah. What?! Where did they go? The cheetah let out some coughing as he tried to clear his lungs of the soon deadly smoke. During his coughing, he squirmed about and fell from the seat my brother sat in. I reached out my hand to catch him and was successful. But, froze once I saw my hand. Where my tanish hands once were, now sat small furry hands. What? I sat there for who knows how long just staring at my hands. The sounds of police sirens woke me from my trance. I crawled over to the window to take a peek outside. It was slightly sunny out, probably about sunset. What remained of the sun's outside light, barley filtered its way through the cloud soon to consume the inside of the car. A small thud could be heard as the fox landed on the ground. "Ow!" I turned my head to examine my new escapee. She by the sound of her voice, had a soft orange coat with black streaks under her eyes. By what I could see, she was a bit bigger than I was only by a head.
"What, Who are you? What are you?" She looked at me with fear in her eyes. "No time for introductions, we need to get out of here!" She looked like she wanted to say more but was interrupted by a fit of coughing. "Okay, how do we get out?" She said in a gravely tone. I looked over to the door handle to find it was too high for me to reach. Then I noticed the window at ground level. "We need to break to glass for us to get through!" I rolled around and got into a sturdy kicking position on my back. That's when I noticed my feet. They were long and had a light grey fur on them. They seemed to resemble a bunny's foot, but slightly altered to look more human like. "What are you waiting for?!" Startled by the sudden voice behind me, I gave the window a good kick. Nothing. I pulled my legs back for another kick. Nothing again. I was now out of breath, but needed to keep kicking for our lives depended upon it. After a few exhausting number of kicks, the glass started to crack. I lay there ready to give one last kick, but found no energy to produce it. Completely fatigued and legs burning, I said softly "I'm sorry." The heat from the front of the car was no longer tolerable. We sat in defeat, ready for a new life to begin. But, my thoughts were soon interrupted by the muffled sound of voices, and the sound of shattering glass. I looked at the window to see an outstretched hand. I looked back to my friend to let her know it was okay. "Let's go" I crawled over to the window and grabbed the hand. I was quickly pulled out of the truck, getting a few cuts from the shattered glass. The person that rescued me and the cheetah in hand was a bunny. We were almost the same height, but if you looked she would be taller. She had beautiful purple eyes and long grey ears. "Hey are you alright?"She asked "Y-yes, what about..." "Your friend is safe with my partner." I looked around her to see a fox officer pulling out my friend. He was good looking for an animal, but that may be the uniform talking.
"But, what about my Dad. He is still..." B OOM I quickly turned my head around to see the truck I had grown up with most of my life, blow itself to ashes with its own engine. "Dad!" I tried to run up to him but was pulled back by officer bunny. "I I need to help him!" She grabbed me by the shoulders. She turned me away from the burning car. "Your dad is fine." She said in a calming tone, but her face told another story as she looked sickened and slightly frightful. The world began to sway and spin around me. "What's your name?" Her face was very blurry now; I was barely able to make out her features. "My my name?" Everything blacked out as I fell into unconsciousness. The last thing I heard were the sirens of an approaching ambulance.