Post by Cloudy on Aug 8, 2012 12:31:29 GMT -5
"Guess rashness and awkward social skills are a family trait huh?"
Sam flipped her pink phone in her hand. She was so used to checking the time on it, almost so that it became a habit. Sam rubbed her fingers on the Day-Glow like hot pink plastic, tracing the cracks and dents from when she had dropped it. Sighing, she shoved it back into her pocket.
"Or a few other people besides Gran."
Sam frowned. Who else would know about her track skills? She certainly wasn't very close with any other adult.
"Hey." Win said. "We have cars for that, now, what century are you living in?"
"I meant the running part Win. You know? The part where the cop gets out of the cruiser and chases the criminal on foot?" Sam said. "And for your information, I am living in the flapper era." As she said it though, she knew that her speculation was probably wrong. After all, the only time she had seen any police chases were when she watched the criminal shows from 2012. Those were quite outdated and Sam watched them infrequently if at all.
A thought suddenly struck Sam as if she had missed a step on a set of stairs. "Win, if you quit working for the police force, where are you working now?" She tried to keep her voice placid.
She was suddenly worried for her brother. Her sweet brother who was taking her in because it was her father's dying wish, who may not even have the money to feed and clothe an extra person. The worry she was feeling weighed down her eyebrows, making them tip down diagonally.
Sam flipped her pink phone in her hand. She was so used to checking the time on it, almost so that it became a habit. Sam rubbed her fingers on the Day-Glow like hot pink plastic, tracing the cracks and dents from when she had dropped it. Sighing, she shoved it back into her pocket.
"Or a few other people besides Gran."
Sam frowned. Who else would know about her track skills? She certainly wasn't very close with any other adult.
"Hey." Win said. "We have cars for that, now, what century are you living in?"
"I meant the running part Win. You know? The part where the cop gets out of the cruiser and chases the criminal on foot?" Sam said. "And for your information, I am living in the flapper era." As she said it though, she knew that her speculation was probably wrong. After all, the only time she had seen any police chases were when she watched the criminal shows from 2012. Those were quite outdated and Sam watched them infrequently if at all.
A thought suddenly struck Sam as if she had missed a step on a set of stairs. "Win, if you quit working for the police force, where are you working now?" She tried to keep her voice placid.
She was suddenly worried for her brother. Her sweet brother who was taking her in because it was her father's dying wish, who may not even have the money to feed and clothe an extra person. The worry she was feeling weighed down her eyebrows, making them tip down diagonally.
