part 2 of where did all the adults go?

Then my face darkened 'but walmart has trashy cloths,"

"they arent that bad" I said. "at least they arent trying to kill us"

i laughed. "well, you know... attack of the man eating pants!"

we laughed for a good twenty seconds. then I looked out the back window. there was a car following us. it began to pick up speed. I was about to warn the others when a police car pulled out in front of it, fourceing it to stop. ((the police are starting to figure out what these people are doing. and they are helping us. they know what they are doing is ilegal. but the police can;t do much to help with how strong these guys have become)) "looks like we have the law on our side after all" I mutterd.

W pushed the speed limit the tiniest bit to get to the airport, There were only three seats left on the next plane to Switzerland. The plane was making it;s last boarding call. We were able to board quickly because we had no luggage. unfortunatly, the seats weren't even close to eachouther

the flight fel longer then in reall was. I wasent sure if it was my nervouseness. or the really smelly guy I sat next to.

The kid sitting next to me kept throwing up I Guessed that his name was Kevin, just because.

hey did you notice that police car stop those people that were following us? I asked lillian.

The plane took off We have a full 12 hours without them i thought. It would be like 3 hours from here to New York, then a nother 7 from New York to Geniva.

we flew for a good two hours. when the plan suddenly tilted forward. alarms went off and the plan shook violently, then it suddenly began to dive straight towards the ground. someone really hates us I thought.

I unfastened my seatbelt and ren down the aisle looking for my brother. as soon as i was somewhat close, the pink bubble showed up. Dad? where are you?

I looked around for dad. where was he?

"c'mon, we have to find him!" i almost shouted. i grabbed Steven's hand and becan running up and down the aisle, trying to find him. He was unconsious.

"dad, wake up!" I almost shouted.

He wasn't breathing. i was to afraid to check for a pule. no,no,no,no,no, NO! was all i could think

'no, please no" I whimperd.

as soon as the plane crash landed i ran up to tell the medcally trained flight atendant. He was happy to help

I just stood there stareing blankly as they worked on him. ((should we have him live or not?))

(I don't know, we can have him be pretty much dead ond rushed off to the hospital... we can have him show up later. )

((oh like have him rushed to a hosbitle and we don't think we will ever see him again?))


as soon as we were able to get off the plane. they passed him over to some paramedics who were waiting with an ambulance. there were police cars on either side of it, probably to keep our enemies from getting to him. he had shown no sighns of life the whole time. and I did not think we would ever see him again.

I forcd myself to keep together long enough to call Uncle Saige. He'd be in New Yourk as soon as possible to fly with us to Switzerland. The Airline conpany paid for us to ride a bus the remaining ways to NY. It would be a 7 hour drive

I was barely able to stay foucased. It felt like everyone wanted us dead.

But why?