Mr. Clark talked about the weather and sports and then finally! Second period. GYM! I played basketball, soccer, hockey, did track and field and cross country. I guess you could say I was a jock. *sarcasm* who am I kidding I AM THE jock. Ha.
My parents had always been strict with sports. Making Rachel and I train hard and We are a pretty good sparring partners.
I was in the locker room changing into my gym strip when I the speakers crackled and principle Kall spoke. "Rachel and Abbigail Cameron please report to the main office."
I got Wierd looks and many stares as I made my way to the office. Rachel was already there.
"So Miss Abbigail Cameron, Miss Rachel Cameron. I am terribly sorry to tell you that your parents died in a car crash early this morning." He stated cooly as if people dying was part of his daily routine. "E-Excuse me?" Rachel stuttered. "I'm sorry for your loss..you will get put into a foster home soon. If you could return to your house and pack up. By the way I'm agent Townsend. 13 years with the C-government" agent Townsend said.
A single tear slid down my face. What is this Townsend idiot talking about. We're never going to see our parents again? Yeah. Okay. What about our classes, our school, my sports team! He can't just come and yank us away from our lives! We can live by ourselves! WE'RE RICH FOR CRYING OUT LOUD! Like R-I-C-H. Like yeah. I live in a freakin' mansion.
I looked over to Rachel. She looked confused as ever. He left eyebrow was raised and her eyes were teary.
I grabbed her arm and followed Townsend into a taxi. "1324 Klein street" Rachel demanded. "O-Kay" the taxi driver muttered.
"Ladies I will wait here" Townsend glanced at his watch - "1 hour maximum to gather all of your belongings"
I nodded and pulled Rachel into our house. "WHAT THE HECK JUST HAPPENED THERE!" I yelled in frustration.
"Abbs calm down. Mom and Dad were reasonable people. They would have done anything to protect us even if it meant dying." She soothed.
"I need to burn off some steam! Rach! Wanna spar?" I hollered. "OKAY!" She yelled back. I walked up the stairs to our gym. It was on the third floor. I laid out the huge black sparring mat. I plugged my mp3 into the radio and turned around. I saw Rachel in her fighting position. I lunged towards her
feet and the fun began.