Chapter Two
Trace was feeling pretty happy as she left the school. She had managed to do virtually no work during any of her classes, got next to no homework, and was able to torment (and kiss) a poor boy. She grinned, thinking of that kiss.
He's pretty cute, but you gotta have more than looks to catch Trace Peterson. All too soon, she had reached her new home. It was the home of her dear, old Aunt Clarice. Not that she was dear or old.
No, she's her mother's younger sister. And she was not at all the person Trace wanted to stay with after the accident. Unfortunately, Clarice was her only living relative.
The woman wouldn't be so bad if she had a job and wasn't a drunk. But no, Clarice had gotten all of Grandfather's money because she was his baby girl, and she now wasted it on alcohol.
After a minute, Trace had turned up the drive and was standing outside the front door. Hopefully she'll be passed out or something and will leave me alone.
Silently, she slowly opened the front door and peered inside. No such luck. Clarice was awake and watching tv. Not to mention that she looked to be on her four, five, sixth bottle of whatever she bought this time.
Trace silently crept into the room. As soon as she had closed the door, the girl ran straight to the back of the house, turned left, and went into her bedroom where she closed and locked the door.
After breathing a sigh of relief that she made it safely, she sat down at her desk and pulled out her homework.
The teenager attempted to get to work, but schoolwork always had bored her. She kept finding her mind drifting and struggled to concentrate. Procrastination always was a weak point of hers. After two and a half hours, Trace finally finished an hour's worth of homework.
As she sat back, glad to have that over with, she heard her stomach growl. Frowning, the girl walked over to her door and listened intently. Hearing her aunt's snores, she decided to venture out of her room.
Carefully, Trace opened the door and walked to the kitchen. After looking in the cabinets, she settled for making pasta. She cooked as quietly as possible, not wanting to wake her aunt and listen to her scream nonsense.
Once her dinner was ready, the teenager poured some milk (that she bought herself) and sat down at the table. She ate in silence, aside from the snores and sounds of the tv.
When she finished, she put the dish in the sink and went back to her room. Glancing out her window, the girl saw how dark it had gotten. After closing and locking her door to be safe, Trace decided to sneak out for a while.
Meanwhile, at Torchwood a loud alarm was going off.
Captain Jack Harkness came out of his office and descended the stairs while asking, "What've we got, Tosh?"
The small Japanese woman never looked up from one of her numerous computer screens while replying, "Seven weevil sightings throughout Cardiff."
Jack, annoyed yet impressed by the number, let out a whistle. "Seven, huh?"
He clapped his hands together, "Looks like we've got a big night ahead of us. We'll break into two teams, hopefully that'll speed things up. Owen and Gwen, you two get the three farthest south. Tosh, Ianto, we'll wrangle the rest."
They all proceeded to run out of the hub, hoping that no one gets hurt.