Sara was a 15 year old girl with porcelain skin, long blonde hair and was a little heavier than the other girls at her school, but not by much.
When she was driving home from school wearing her uniform, a blue jacket, a white blouse with a blue tie, a blue and tan pleated skirt with blue knee high socks and black dress shoes, her long blonde hair was tied into a pony tail. She noticed that there wasn't many cars on the road, but she did live a little bit away from her school in a small town. When she pulled into her driveway she saw her front door open and she got scared. When she finally got the courage to get out of the car, she found her mother who had blonde hair like her but it was shoulder length, she was packing a bag.
Sara asked," what's going on?"
In a frantic voice her mom,Helena, hugged her tightly and said," oh, Sara... your alright."
"Yea... why wouldn't I be?" Sara said.
"There's no time to explain, just get in the car and wait for me."
"Ok, I will." Sara went to her car to grab her backpack. Then she agent to her mom's SUV and did as she was told. A minuet later Helena came out of the house with 2 hunting rifles strapped around her shoulder, one was all little smaller and was pink. Sara remembers that her father used to go hunting with her when she was little, but she didn't know why her mom brought them with her. Helena got in the car and they drove off. Sara nervously asked, " where are we going?"
Her mom didn't answer for a second and just drove a little too fast.
" Do you still know how to use the rifle?" Helena asked quickly.
"Uh, yea why?"
"Good because we might need them."
"Why would we need guns mom?"