Chapter 4
Chloe forgot her hat.
Grandma was just waving in my face, going on about how I should get it to her somehow. It was a bit hard to explain to her that I didn't know where she lived. Yet, somehow, here I am, driving to I don't know where. I bet I could just drop it off at the Kents' house.
As I pull into the driveway, I notice that the house lights are off. It's only eight o'clock, so they must be out somewhere. I sigh, but then I see a light in the barn. Now what? Go up there? That's kind-of weird. I guess I want to get back as soon as possible, so I grumble out of my comfy car and tread towards the barn. It smelled like poop.
I reach some wooden stairs. Above me there were voices. I could hear them somewhat clearly.
"…So then apparently her best friend was murdered that same day. She was among the witnesses. It couldn't have been a coincidence…"
Something I couldn't make out… But I knew that voice.
"So what do you make of it?"
And that voice, too.
"Well, Clark, it seems to me like we have another psycho meteor freak on our hands."
Is that what I am to them?
Is that all they care about?
What will they plan to do to me?
I guess I should stop them before I find out.