Chapter II
Jelena was in her room unpacking. She opened her top dresser drawer and found the pictures she had kept. Her, Misha, Gavrie, Pavel and Stesha were all friends with the Toretto team/family, but only the guys let themselves get caught up in the races. Jelena now noticed Misha was becoming curious. Jelena, herself, was not however, she did not see the excitement in watching cars going one hundred fifty miles an hour on a city street then maximize the speed by using a chemical. Leon had told her it was all about an adrenaline rush. She usually responded with,"You could always just play frogger on the highway, there are cars and speed." He would just simply laugh. This is how the conversations usually were on the phone.
When the Conlan's were abruptly sent to boarding school the only way to have contact to their friends back home were letters, telephone and e mail, mostly letters however. The boarding school had one pay phone and one phone in the main office. Computers were mostly only for teachers. Typewriters were what typed reports were to be used for. Jelena found their ways to be strict, too strict.
The Conlan children's social skills were not great when they left their schools. They barely talked and almost forgot how to speak their native language. When Jelena and Misha went to Miami they mostly kept themselves locked in the apartment they shared the rent for. It was one hundred dollars a month, good price considering there was a meth lab on the floor above and a heroin addict across the hall. Misha seemed ready to be social again, but Jelena would rather stay in her shell for awhile first, who knows how long that could become.
As Jelena flipped through the photographs she grinned at the memories of so long ago. They were only children back then. Before Mister Toretto died, before Dom was locked up, before Dom and Letty were together, before Misses Toretto died, most importantly before they had to leave for the far away land of Russia.
Misha walked in,"Hey, Lena, it's nine. Mia said they leave around eleven, but to be at their house at ten and ready just to hang out. If you're coming ya know?" Misha knew in the back of her mind that Jelena would give in to the temptation of seeing old friends and actually being in human contact. Misha slinked out of the room and back to her own to prepare for the night's events.
Jelena sighed and looked at herself in the mirror,"Oh what the hell." She began to dig in her drawer for some suitable clothing.
Jelena was in her room unpacking. She opened her top dresser drawer and found the pictures she had kept. Her, Misha, Gavrie, Pavel and Stesha were all friends with the Toretto team/family, but only the guys let themselves get caught up in the races. Jelena now noticed Misha was becoming curious. Jelena, herself, was not however, she did not see the excitement in watching cars going one hundred fifty miles an hour on a city street then maximize the speed by using a chemical. Leon had told her it was all about an adrenaline rush. She usually responded with,"You could always just play frogger on the highway, there are cars and speed." He would just simply laugh. This is how the conversations usually were on the phone.
When the Conlan's were abruptly sent to boarding school the only way to have contact to their friends back home were letters, telephone and e mail, mostly letters however. The boarding school had one pay phone and one phone in the main office. Computers were mostly only for teachers. Typewriters were what typed reports were to be used for. Jelena found their ways to be strict, too strict.
The Conlan children's social skills were not great when they left their schools. They barely talked and almost forgot how to speak their native language. When Jelena and Misha went to Miami they mostly kept themselves locked in the apartment they shared the rent for. It was one hundred dollars a month, good price considering there was a meth lab on the floor above and a heroin addict across the hall. Misha seemed ready to be social again, but Jelena would rather stay in her shell for awhile first, who knows how long that could become.
As Jelena flipped through the photographs she grinned at the memories of so long ago. They were only children back then. Before Mister Toretto died, before Dom was locked up, before Dom and Letty were together, before Misses Toretto died, most importantly before they had to leave for the far away land of Russia.
Misha walked in,"Hey, Lena, it's nine. Mia said they leave around eleven, but to be at their house at ten and ready just to hang out. If you're coming ya know?" Misha knew in the back of her mind that Jelena would give in to the temptation of seeing old friends and actually being in human contact. Misha slinked out of the room and back to her own to prepare for the night's events.
Jelena sighed and looked at herself in the mirror,"Oh what the hell." She began to dig in her drawer for some suitable clothing.
