Disclaimer: I do not own Flight 29 down; it's characters or the lyrics used in this story. The lyrics are from New Radicals "You Get What You Give." Is a disclaimer really necessary? Its FAN FICTION... oh well.
Wake up kids You're busy still saying please
We've got the dreamers disease
Age fourteen
They got you down on your knees
So polite
Frienemies
Who when you're down ain't your friend
Every night
We smash their Mercedes-Benz
First we run
And then we laugh till we cry
But when the night is falling
you cannot find the light
If you feel your dreams are dying
Hold tight...
Two very off key voices sang as loud as they could with the radio in Daley's car. Daley's body bounced in an attempt to dance, while her hands tapped the steering wheel in time with the music; and Taylor swung her head around, and danced the best she could in the tiny car. This song was the perfect end to the perfect weekend. Taylor had crashed at Daley's house all weekend watching movies, talking, and countless other teenage girl things. Ever since they had been rescued from the island about a year ago, Taylor and Daley had surprisingly grown as close as friends could be. Sadly, it was Sunday evening, and Daley was driving her best friend home. She turned left, into the "rich neighborhood", and turned the radio down.
"Hey!" Taylor whined, and gave her the look she had gotten so many times before on the island.
Daley ignored her, and pointed to the sky. "Look." Thick black smoke was raising to the sky a few streets away from where they were.
"Woah. Daley... my house is over that way... you don't think..."
"No." Daley cut her off, but there was no hiding the fear in her voice. The smoke was coming from right where Taylor's house was, and she knew it.
A car honked from behind them, and Daley was snapped out of her trance, and realized she had stopped her car in the middle of the road. She put her foot on the gas petal, and drove slowly; she crept up one street after another. Taylor was getting fidgety, and never took her eyes off the smoke.
They finally turned onto Taylor's street, and as they neared her house the truth became inevitable. Taylor's house was on fire. Taylor gasped, and the words "Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh" escaped her mouth in a whisper. Daley pulled over a few houses away; it was the closest she could get to the house. Police and firefighters were running around pulling hoses off of their fire trucks, and directing gawking motorists around the scene.
Taylor tried to get out of the car so fast she was jerked back by her fastened seatbelt. She unhooked it, and leaped out of the car, and ran screaming towards the house. She reached her front lawn, and scanned the crowd; her parents were not in it.
"Oh no." She breathed. "Please no!" "Mom!! Daddy!!" She screamed as she ran towards the front door, which had flames shooting out of it. She had almost reached it, when a pair of strong arms grabbed her around the waist, and carried her away. Taylor went with a fight.
"NO!! LET ME GO!! MY PARENTS! PLEASE! PLEASE!!" She was crying, and kicking trying to get loose. Taylor stretched her arms out as far as she could trying to reach her house, but her hands only met the smoky air. She needed to get inside; she needed to get to her parents. "STOP!! PLEASE!! LET GO OF ME! Please... Please." She was crying so hard that she could hardly speak. Her tears fell furiously onto the fireman's coat washing some of the ash away. "Please." Her words came out in whispers, and she suddenly felt tired, and was no longer able to kick or scream. She went limp in the fireman's arms, and watched as her beautiful house burned with her parents in it.
Short I know. But the next chapter is more about Taylor and Daley at the scene of the fire, and you find out what happens to her parents. It's dramatic, and I love dramatic. I hope you all do also. So please review, and let me know what you think! Flames (no pun intended) are accepted, so is constructive criticism! So please tell me what you think!