LONDON'S POV;
I hadn't the slightest clue where Glenwick was, so we
followed the road signs. I was in the car, and Mom was
driving. I was looking up at buildings, trees, everything.
I looked up to a sign post outside a bus station.
"MOM STOP!" I cried, straightening my back. My
mom slammed hard on the brake, and we both jolted
forward.
"WHAT?" She screamed.
"IT'S GLENWICK! WE'RE IN GLENWICK!" I
bawled. We quickly got out of the car and sprinted into the
bus station. There was no sign of him. We looked all
around, but we couldn't see him. Anywhere.
"He must have moved off." I said, getting back
into the car. It was spitting with rain now, so we got into
the car quickly. Mom drove slowly along the streets of
Glenwick, and we kept a look out for Trace.
TRACE'S POV;
I was walking along the roads, watching cars going past. It
was raining now, but only lightly, and I had a hood on my
jacket. My phone buzzed, and London, the only person in my
contacts had texted me.
Where are you? I'm coming to get you.
"No!" I shouted aloud. People looked, and must
have thought I was crazy. I texted her back.
NO! You are the reason I ran away, London!
I walked along, the rain heavier now. I lifted my phone as
I read the next message.
I don't care! You're coming back home! I think
I see you, anyway!
Raindrops expanded as they fell silently onto my cell phone
screen. I wiped them off, leaving the rainbow effect on the
screen, left at the last message London had sent me. I
looked behind me, and saw a parked car at the end of a
street, and two people running towards me. As they ran
closer, I realized it was London and her mom. They caught
up with me, and I looked London in the eye.
"Hey." She said. Her face was almost covered by
her hood on her blue jacket. She looked amazing.
"Hi," I replied. She took hold of my arm, and we
waited at the edge of the road. I watched as cars went
passed, then there was a gap, which I was yanked into as
London pulled my arm across the road.
"Get in the car." She said, giggling as she took
her hood down, and climbed in after me.
"Thanks, London, and... er.." I said, looking at
London's mom.
"Call me Emma, dear." She smiled.
"Thanks er.. Emma." I smiled. Well, it looked
like London really did care for me.
Format credit to; XxTheLovesofMyLifexX
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bdstories · 1 decade ago
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i've been hoping to do that with a story at sometime, but, is this one THAT good? thanks so much for saying that!