Bryans plan was going full proof, he was going after Thomas while he left me with Miss.Jones. It was almost scary how good we are with this, or how B is doing this.
I was in the middle of a glaring at Jones when B turned and gave me a nod, I knew what this meant. The face I made was the combination of a smirk and a smile. It was time.
Were getting answers, seven minutes. B suddenly stood up and went into the middle of the room, and turned to me. He smiled, not one of the two faced these smiles but a real smile. I knew what he was thinking, we were supposed to expose ourselves. We tortured them too much, we don't want them to shatter, we want them to break.
I stood up to, I still wonder how they didn't kick us out yet, you know for behavior. Either way I prepared for anything B would do.
"Miss.Tay-" I cutted Jones off. "Please call me Jasmine" my voice in a sincere tone. My mind was in many places at once.
"Well then Jasmine, do you know what your brother's question was?" The question came out of her mouth, surprisingly reguruler.
Jones was just rolling with it, she knows we can flip at any time. I stood up with B beside me, and before we knew it. Our seven minutes went by exactly how we wanted it to.
We got answers.
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Walking back home was peaceful, especially in autumn. The Shades of the leaves all over, not sure what type of trees were around us though Father probably knew more.
It wasn't that cold, so I took off my jacket and tied it around my waist.
Next thing I knew B nugged me, turning my head I asked "Whats Up?"
He shrugged and replied "I don't know but….." He paused his sentence to look at something behind us, I slowly looked behind me.
The thing was in the bushes, at this point all I could see was brownish grey fur, it wasn't moving,Just breathing. I wasn't scared, more curious if anything, but being that the fur was too thick to be a dog's drop my curiouserty. It was either a coyote… or a wolf.
Backing away as slowly as I can I stopped, not on purpose but I just did. So did B but he was three feet ahead of me. Something was keeping me in place, was it fear? No it wasn't, it was something more. My sneakers weren't stuck, my gaze slipped to B. He was having the same problem.
I tried to speak, but something went wrong. It was almost like I lost control of my body. my vision slowly faded to black looking at B one more time he was out.
Was it our time?
All I remember then was low growling and silver eyes.