Amberkin

I heard a car of some sort pull up to the house. Alarmed, I peeked through the curtains. There was a limo parked outside with two bodyguards. I heard a knock at the door…

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Amberkin

By JAKSK

I walked over to the front door, terrified. Knowing my mom always said never to open the door, I checked through the peephole first. Surprisingly, it wasn some random salesperson, but it was my uncle Tim, in a suit. Since I knew it wasn some creepy stranger, I rushed outside. ”Uncle Tim! What are you doing here? Who are those guys? ” I asked as I squeezed him tight in a hug. ”Trust me. Come get in the car, ” he said with a blank expression, rather than his usual goofy grin that he usually wears at family gatherings. After all, he was always closer to the kids in our family than his actual siblings and parents.

Regardless of this strange occurrence, I wanted to catch up with him, because I hadn seen him since the year before. I started to say ”So, howve you been? ” -but I was quickly hushed. ”Don make me repeat myself again. Get in the car. Trust me. ”

I wasn sure if I wanted to, but I walked from the porch to the limo with Tim following me. I looked at everything along the way, thinking I was about to get kidnapped and there would be no chance of me seeing my house ever again. My bicycle, the porch swing with mine, my sister Evelyns, and another child around my ages handprints on it. The tree I use to climb up to the roof. My perennials, planted in neat rows by the mailbox, which has ”The Darons ” painted on it with a lighthouse. I got suddenly a little depressed thinking about how much Id miss it all if I was never able to come back again. Tim seemed to notice, looking over at me and smoothing my frizzy hair for a brief second.

As I approached the long black car, the bodyguards opened the door to reveal a ginormous backseat. I climbed inside. The black leather was warm to the touch and the tinted windows made it hard to see anything outside. In the front seat, my uncle Tim got into the passenger side and closed the door behind him. He rolled down the tiny window in between the two of us and said with an unusually calm tone, ”You want anything to drink? ” I asked for some Dr. Pepper, confused but glad that I could at least drink some soda. A few moments later the screen rolled down and a tall, cold glass of a d