The woman looked in the rearview mirror at the girl, a strand of brown hair pulled loose from her bun, and falling in her eyes.
She always looks so sad, She thought, turning a corner, watching the girl play with her soccer ball in the back seat. Unreasonably sad for only 13.
"Lyra?" She said softly.
The girl snapped out of her daze, she looked at the woman in the front seat.
"Yes?" She asked, looking at her, a strand of dark hair that had escaped its ponytail falling in her violet eyes.
"Are you okay hon? You look sad for a girl who won the soccer game."
She smiled slightly. "I'm fine Teresa. I just have some things on my mind, but really I am okay."
Teresa watched her continue to stare out the backseat window, at the lashing rain. I guess I'll never be able for her to call me mother, not with as many foster parents as she has been through. I don't understand why's she's gone through so many, I'm the second this year, the twelve in all. It's strange. I know she's quiet, and eerie, but it doesn't seem enough to keep on taking her back.
She stopped at a stoplight and sighed. It's been a week, since I went to that cabin and watched it. Nothing's happened, not one single thing. She glanced back at Lyra and when she saw, her eyes widened in shock.
There was a girl, dressed in white, her mop of dark hair hiding her eyes.
She sat there, and as if she knew was being watched, she looked up slowly.
She was here.
Teresa hit the gas and drove out quickly; she heard a horn blaring, and Lyra screaming,
"Mom!!!!!" and her own screams, and she even felt a little pressure as the semi crashed into her car, but nothing as horrific as that.. Things…blue eyes staring at her….
The two police stood by each other, taking notes.
"What's amazing is, the kid's fine, a little shaken, and a little busted up, but no broken bones." The first said. "Must have been the seat belt."
"And the fact she was on the other side of the car, what about the mother?"
"Can't say the same, let me tell you, I almost pissed myself when I saw her. She doesn't like a crash victim, more like someone who drowned and decomposed. She looked terrified."
"Odd, what did the driver of the semi say?"
"He said the lady just drove out in front of him."
"Huh, come on let's get back."
The men slowly walked away their minds on other things. Lyra sat in the back of the social workers car, shivering under a blanket. Theresa looked so scared when she looked back, before she sped out in front of the semi, Lyra wondered what she saw. She sighed and looked at the trashed remains of the car. Odd, she thought, the last thing Teresa must of saw of the ring of light created by the man's headlights.
TBC.
Shiniko: Whee! I finished. And I didn't go over my seven-day deadline! : jumps around:
Samara: -_-;; :: sigh::
Shiniko: ^^ Anyways please review!!!
Samara: or everyone will suffer… : evil laugh:
