The Return
By: Lauren Freeman
Disclaimer: I do not own Jonny Quest, I am not making any money of them.
Summery: Jonny is left in the world by himself, then something unexpected happens.
The Return By: Lauren Freeman
Prologue
There dead, my entire family is dead, I am only sixteen years old, and one of the riches kids in the world, yet all that seems to matter is that I am alone. I am still not sure how it happened, an explosion they told me, the heat was so strong that they couldn't even tell there bodies from a chair. All they know is that they went into the building and never came out. I opted to stay at home for once, secretly not feeling all that well, normally this would never have stopped me, but do you ever get that gut feeling that tells you exactly what you need to do. Then when you do it anyway you always live to regret it? Or not live.in my families case. My dad, Hadji, Jessie and Race.gone.
There funeral was nice, the best money could buy, yet I don't think any of that matters. Hadji mom is here, taking care of me. Since dad took care of her son for so long, she feels obligated to do the same. Okay so she didn't say that to me, but I know how it is. She has enough to worry about, other then me. She tells me she has someone in her country keeping things in order and she can run things from Maine just fine. I offered to go back to Bangalor and live there, secretly hoping she would say yes, that she would take me away from all the reminders of my lost family. She said I needed to stay here, that my future depended on it. I wonder what she means.
Disclaimer: I do not own Jonny Quest, I am not making any money of them.
Summery: Jonny is left in the world by himself, then something unexpected happens.
The Return By: Lauren Freeman
Prologue
There dead, my entire family is dead, I am only sixteen years old, and one of the riches kids in the world, yet all that seems to matter is that I am alone. I am still not sure how it happened, an explosion they told me, the heat was so strong that they couldn't even tell there bodies from a chair. All they know is that they went into the building and never came out. I opted to stay at home for once, secretly not feeling all that well, normally this would never have stopped me, but do you ever get that gut feeling that tells you exactly what you need to do. Then when you do it anyway you always live to regret it? Or not live.in my families case. My dad, Hadji, Jessie and Race.gone.
There funeral was nice, the best money could buy, yet I don't think any of that matters. Hadji mom is here, taking care of me. Since dad took care of her son for so long, she feels obligated to do the same. Okay so she didn't say that to me, but I know how it is. She has enough to worry about, other then me. She tells me she has someone in her country keeping things in order and she can run things from Maine just fine. I offered to go back to Bangalor and live there, secretly hoping she would say yes, that she would take me away from all the reminders of my lost family. She said I needed to stay here, that my future depended on it. I wonder what she means.