a/n: yes, before anyone asks. this is based upon the video by madame macabre. that lady rocks my socks.
and this takes place before they move, probably when the abuse hasn't really begun for the kids. also, zach needs some more love~
Another deluge of rain patters against the windows of the car, the hum of the engine keeping it moving forwards. Today, Dylan had soccer practice but since that's not the elective Zach chose, he's going straight home with Courtney.
She keeps driving onwards towards their home, but out of the corner of her eye she notices Zach's expression. His arms are folded across his torso as he glares out the window, face scrunched up in anger.
"Zach, what's wrong?" She asks.
The response is… peculiar to say the least.
"I don't like raindrops. They're cold and dirty and come from space."
Children are magical creatures aren't they?