They all decided to split up and look through different parts of the house. Wes, Marc and Melissa searched downstairs, Dana and Susan looked in the basement and Royce and Kennedy serached upstairs.
"So what made you come to this house in the first place?" Royce asked.
"We met this guy and just had small talk at first. We mentioned that we were wanting to get away from our town for the weekend and he said we could stay here. I thought he was just being a nice guy." Kennedy said, bitterly. "I should've known better."
"What about your folks, they just let you go to someguy's house for the weekend?"
"My parents died when I was ten, it was a plain crash." Kennedy said, softly.
"Oh I'm sorry to hear that.Um...do you live with foster parents now?" Royce asked, curiously.
""No, I've never had foster parents. I've just bounced around from orphanage to orphanage until I was old enough to live on my own. I guess I just wasn't what anyone was looking for." Kennedy said, forcing the words out.
Royce noticed that this was a touchy topic for her and decided to change the subject.
"So do you have a job or go to school?"
"Both actually, I go to school during the day. I'm in the 12th grade so I'll be out of school soon. I work at Denny's, I work the night shift as a waitress."
"Oh ok...I've never heard of Denny's."
"Oh really, what year did you die?" Kennedy said, curiously.
"1953."
They walked in silence for a minute while Kennedy contemplated her next questions. She wasn't sure if she should ask them,but, she thought what the heck, it couldn't hurt to ask.
"What was your life like?"
Royce looked thoughtful for a minute and then said, "I had a good life, good relationship with my folks, I was popular and the star player on our baseball team. I had so much going for me, so many oppertunities. I was the best hitter on Valley High's baseball team,but, one day it was all taken from me."
"How did you die?" She asked, cautiously unsure if she sould have asked this.
"In a drag racing accident. I had challenged a local greaser to a race and for the most part thought I had it in the bag,but, then we came up to a sharp turn and I didn't brake in time. My sweetheart flipped, I don't know how many times and then burst into flames." Royce said, almost painfully.
"Oh my god! That must have been aweful. I bet all your friends were horrified." She said, shocked my his story.
"I was in that car for seven minutes, screaming for someone to help me,but, no one ever came! So yeah I'm sure they were really horrified." Royce said in rage.
Kennedy was speachless, she didn't know what to say to him. She couldn't imagine what he must be feeling,but, on a certain level she could.
Royce looked at her and softened a bit. "Let's not talk about this, okay?"
"Okay." Kennedy said with a small smile. "Um, why don't we get back to the others and tell them that we couldn't find a way out."
"Alright." Royce said as they turned around and walked back to the living room.
Just then in that moment a friendship started to build between the two and an understanding.
"So what made you come to this house in the first place?" Royce asked.
"We met this guy and just had small talk at first. We mentioned that we were wanting to get away from our town for the weekend and he said we could stay here. I thought he was just being a nice guy." Kennedy said, bitterly. "I should've known better."
"What about your folks, they just let you go to someguy's house for the weekend?"
"My parents died when I was ten, it was a plain crash." Kennedy said, softly.
"Oh I'm sorry to hear that.Um...do you live with foster parents now?" Royce asked, curiously.
""No, I've never had foster parents. I've just bounced around from orphanage to orphanage until I was old enough to live on my own. I guess I just wasn't what anyone was looking for." Kennedy said, forcing the words out.
Royce noticed that this was a touchy topic for her and decided to change the subject.
"So do you have a job or go to school?"
"Both actually, I go to school during the day. I'm in the 12th grade so I'll be out of school soon. I work at Denny's, I work the night shift as a waitress."
"Oh ok...I've never heard of Denny's."
"Oh really, what year did you die?" Kennedy said, curiously.
"1953."
They walked in silence for a minute while Kennedy contemplated her next questions. She wasn't sure if she should ask them,but, she thought what the heck, it couldn't hurt to ask.
"What was your life like?"
Royce looked thoughtful for a minute and then said, "I had a good life, good relationship with my folks, I was popular and the star player on our baseball team. I had so much going for me, so many oppertunities. I was the best hitter on Valley High's baseball team,but, one day it was all taken from me."
"How did you die?" She asked, cautiously unsure if she sould have asked this.
"In a drag racing accident. I had challenged a local greaser to a race and for the most part thought I had it in the bag,but, then we came up to a sharp turn and I didn't brake in time. My sweetheart flipped, I don't know how many times and then burst into flames." Royce said, almost painfully.
"Oh my god! That must have been aweful. I bet all your friends were horrified." She said, shocked my his story.
"I was in that car for seven minutes, screaming for someone to help me,but, no one ever came! So yeah I'm sure they were really horrified." Royce said in rage.
Kennedy was speachless, she didn't know what to say to him. She couldn't imagine what he must be feeling,but, on a certain level she could.
Royce looked at her and softened a bit. "Let's not talk about this, okay?"
"Okay." Kennedy said with a small smile. "Um, why don't we get back to the others and tell them that we couldn't find a way out."
"Alright." Royce said as they turned around and walked back to the living room.
Just then in that moment a friendship started to build between the two and an understanding.