~Monday, November 11, 2017~

The weekend was boring and uneventful. Clare's birthday was in a few days, but because I 'beat up' Andy, I probably wouldn't go to the party. And, now that I think about it, I probably wouldn't go anyway because Ryan has been very excited about finding a lead in my mom murder.
I had finally gotten to drive the car again. It was a good thing to because it was getting colder by the day. Ryan joined me on the drive home and rambled on and on about places the One Hundred Percenters could be hiding out. Once at home I walked away from Ryan. Now she was yelling about how I don't care about taking down my mom's killer or killers. I had to remind her that I was a fifteen-year-old and that kids my age don't normally track murderers. Or see somewhat scary people with bight pink hair. She didn't like that last part.
Ryan left and spent the rest of the night sitting on the couch. When no one was around, Misty yelled at me for chasing off my protector. That was kind of weird seeing that they hate each other.
After dinner, I left to go for a walk. About two blocks from my house, I saw someone. At first I was thinking about turning the other way and going home, but I assured myself that it was just someone else on a walk. I reached a corner and turned left. I looked back and saw the person was still following me. Or were they just walking to their house and it happened to be this way?
Another block away and the guy was still behind me. I was planing to call for Misty to take me home, but t I couldn't make any sound. I started walking faster and so did the guy. I then ran and so did he. I tripped on the chunked up part of sidewalk that I tripped over everything to me I walked this way. This is how almost everybody in horror movies die, I tell myself, I'm like those stupid idiots in the movies.
The guy got nearer. I couldn't move. He pulled a gun and said in a low voice," Say hi to your mom for me." His finger was in the trigger. I am going to die.
Then there was a blinding white light. That was quick, I thought. I looked up. Ryan was there, floating a foot above the sidewalk. Her hair was blown way from her face. Her eyes. Her eyes were just white orbs. Glowing, white orbs.
It was hard to look at, but I couldn't look away. The guy, I saw, had dropped the gun. His mouth was open, his eyes bulging. He was shaking head to foot. Blood dripped from his nose. Then he fell to the ground. I looked back at Ryan, she was back on the ground, putting her hair back in place.
She smiled," That was cool."