Run

Papa died. He had a heart attack in the fields. One of our neighbors saw it happen and came running towards our house, screaming, "Run! The plague is upon us! Run!"
So Ivan and I threw our belongings into a couple backpacks and grabbed Lex, eager to get away. We hit the road at sunset in Mama's old minivan.
"Thea?" Lex asked.
"Mm?" I hummed, closing my eyes.
"Where are we going?"
I shrugged. "No clue. Ask Ivan."
"Ivy, where are we going?" She immediately asked, turning towards him.
He smiled, eyes still on the road. "Away, Lex. Just away."
I snorted, throwing another piece of the Trix in the air and letting out a small yes when I successfully caught it in my mouth. In my peripheral vision I saw Ivan roll his eyes.
"It's not healthy to eat so much of that cereal, Theo," he commented.
"I'm not a healthy person, Ivan," I remarked sarcastically.
"I'm bored," Lex whined.
"Read a book. Draw a picture. Paint your nai-"
"You can stop now Theo," Ivan said. "We'll stop at a hotel in an hour or two, okay?"
"Fine."