CHAPTER 2
Perhaps when Klyde said "it's just a jet. Nothing worth looking at", he should have said "it's just a jet. But it is really worth looking at" because it really was. If he would have zoomed in just a small bit further, he might have been able to warn his parents, to save their lives. But alas, he did not. He might have seen the hole in the jet's gas tank, or the stream of black jet fuel pouring out of the aircraft. But, alas, he did not. Or maybe he could have seen that there was no one piloting the plane, that everyone had already evacuated it. But, once again, he did not. However, there was one thing he just could not prevent, and that was the crashing of the jet into his families mansion.
"What...?" Vivian slowly said, in absolute shock.
"Leggoran...?" Sandra said, devastated.
"Huh...?" Klyde peered at the wreckage sight, which was once their home, in awe. Suddenly the Beausinclair siblings sprung into action.
"Mother! Father!" they called out, running towards their destroyed home. No one called back. They cried out again, and again they got no answer. The Beausinclairs reached the edge of the burning heap that was their home. All hope of their parents' survival vanished right before their eyes. They wept for an hour, and they would have wept for two more if a helicopter hadn't landed in their front yard. The children wiped their eyes dry when they saw a friendly face, that of Mr. Snow.
"Hello!" he called a greeting to the children. But the Beausinclairs did not feel it was time for cheery greetings, they felt that it was time for more weeping, and so they did not do likewise. "I've some terrible news to tell you, children." he continued, like what he was going to tell them was not terrible news at all, "A jetliner just crashed into your families mansion and your parents are dead-oh, I, suppose you already know, don't you? Well, I guess that makes you orphans. Pack your bags, we have to go." he said in a calm voice, like nothing had ever happened. The Beausinclairs started weeping once again, but they obeyed Mr. Snow's orders.
There was not much to pack, because most of their things were destroyed in the crash, which seemed obvious to the children, but it had slipped by Mr. Snow. Soon they were onboard the helicopter and looking down at the remnants of their once beautiful home. As the chopper flew through the air, Klyde thought about all that he could have done to prevent his parents' death, Sandra thought about Mr. Snow and how he talked about the crash as if it were a daily thing, and Vivian thought about how they weren't just the Beausinclair children any more, or the Beausinclair kids, or the Beausinclair siblings. They were the Beausinclair orphans.