Lawrence steps on the gas and we speed up.
“Can we go any faster?” I yell in a panic.
“No! I’m going as fast as I can.”
I pull my knees tight against my chest and watch as everything goes by like lightning. My lungs begin to shrink slowly and I feel light headed grinding my forehead into my knees.
Everyone was after us and we had nowhere to run.
Three days ago, in the dead of winter, London was the most gorgeous place but also it was a ghost town. Everything stood still like stolen silence and all I can here is the pounding of my heart in my ears.
I pull on a warm leather jacket, wrap myself in a silky scarf as the texture tickles my nose, and head for the door. My brother behind me, we walk to his car and get in. Mom and Dad weren’t home and I was elated. You could say I despise them but that’s not true; I love my parents, but they’re not my true parents. I have lived with them all my life, but I was adopted and my real parents left me after going on a research trip to California and sadly never came back.
Lawrence and I drive to the airport; As we hop out of the car I take a large breath of air and we look at each other and head inside the airport to California. As soon as we board the airplane the stale air fills my airwaves and I sit down next to Lawrence and look at him. He seemed sad with his red brown hair in face he was like a painting. Before I could speak to him he plugs in his headphones, and lays back.
I sit there staring out the circular glass and all I can see is blue and white clouds of cotton and I feel like I am in heaven except for the nine-year-old brat behind me kicking my seat.
Night rolls on and I feel like I am flying on puffy white stuff. We were almost there, and I still couldn’t sleep. To many things were running through my mind and what if everything turned out to be the dead honest truth: My parents were dead. Then what? We get off the plane and grab our luggage but then trouble stirred. We get into a taxi and tell the driver the address to the hotel and we drive off. “Are you alright Lawrence?” Lawrence looked out the window with a blank face and I had my doubts that he was.He knew we were already being hunted by our parents and I had that feeling too.
The cab driver hults to a stop and we see the entrance of the hotel and get out.  “Allison what are we doing here?” I looked at him puzzled. “We are going to find my parents remember?” As we walk in, I glance over my shoulder to pull something from my bag when I spot our foster parents.I stop and tug on Lawrence’s shoulder and whispered “Lawrence their here, we have to run.” Lawrence grabs our luggage and we head out the door not looking back. We both sensed a strange presence behind us and we were right; our parents were right behind us. I spot a car near by with the engine running and the keys in the ignition; we throw our luggage into the trunk and hop in drive off. We turn a small corner and see four cop cars with their sirens on high chasing us.
Lawrence steps on the gas and we speed up. “Can we go any faster?” I yell in a panic.
“No, I’m going as fast as I can.” I pull my knees tight against my chest and watch as everything goes by like lightning. My lungs begin to shrink slowly and I feel light headed grinding my forehead into my knees.
Lawrence steps on the breaks and turns a corner and I see the Hollywood sign it was beautiful. “Are they gone?”
He nodded and said “Yes,” with a bit of relief in his voice. He pulls slowly into a small neighborhood and we start looking for my parents house.A purplish red looking home with an elegant exterior  read “Heart Residence” on the mailbox and I fumble through my bag.
“I’ve seen that name before,” I mumble to myself. On the front page of the adoption papers was my parents last name “Heart.”
I walk up the dark charcoal covered steps and knock on the door nervous wondering if this was it. Then the door opens and I see a younger looking man and woman. I stutter “Are you Oliver and Grace Heart?”
The man scolds “Yes, who are you?” I started to cry and  look at Lawrence knowing they were my parents. I hand my mom the adoption papers and she glances through them and then back at me and says “You’re our daughter?”
I smiled “Yes.”
She pushes her way through the door and hugs me. I couldn’t have asked for a better day but then Mom and Dad arrive with the police.
“Allison, Lawrence, how could you run away like this?”
Lawrence steps in front of me “She’s not going anywhere this is her home now but take me if you want.” I stare at Lawrence, my eyes  full of tears as Lawrence follows Mom and Dad and they get into the patrol car. He looks into my direction “Florence, never give up on anything.” He says and that was the last time I ever see my brother again.
I still hear his voice every time I think about him. My parents seem concerned about me and I still have nightmares sometimes and Lawrence isn’t around to give me a hug when I need one but what can I do? Where are you Lawrence?