2. The Richards on the move.

Two pairs of Jade eyes under overly long chestnut hair, Lake and Storm observed their mother who hadn't stopped pacing and making hand gestures while murmuring to herself. Her hair,  same shade with her sons,  bristled against her shoulders and the folds of her full A line dress danced about her ankles.

A small explosion had occured but luckily, everyone wasn't at home. Why would anybody want to attack the Richards? They were sure it was a threat because of the little note found atop the ashes of their house and that was what really scared Mrs. Richards.

She had specifically stayed under the radar and away from the spotlight when her husband had passed away leaving her with two sons and a daughter but now it seemed she was being pulled back into that same spotlight she was trying to escape.

"Mom,  please calm down." Strom's rush baritone voice rang out in an effort to calm his mother but he knew it was useless. Whenever Sara Richards started panicking, nothing could calm her down. Not even her first sons.

"Someone is out to get us and it's eating me up that I won't be able to protect you." She confessed and turned to get a good look at her sons whose identical eyes returned the look. A little flick of pride overcame her whenever she looked at the two young boys together. So different yet so alike no matter how much they denied it.

"Okay, new plan." Celia who had been leaning against Lake, typing away at screen of her phone spoke up. Her Rhino grey eyes similar to her father's, shone even under the poor lightning condition of the street lamp. "Let's get a roof over our heads first then order some food rather than standing here and playing detective."

Sara's eyes widened at her youngest daughters order. "Celia, you will control your tongue this instant!" She reprimanded the young girl with untamed irritation lacing her words. "But you do have a point."

Storm wasted no time in opening his phone to search for the closest hotel while Lake rose from the chair to embrace his mother. Of the two boys,  Lake was the obvious mamas boy. "Don't worry mom. Maybe we could move to throw this guy off out trail."

Sara's head bobbed at the agreement. Celia was almost through with her current grade and would soon graduate into junior high. What more could she have wanted. "Yes Lake, that's exactly what we're going it do. Move."

"Move?" Celia exclaimed, her fair ponytail bouncing with each word. "Another country? Seriously guys but I like my school and was really looking forward to attending the highschool here. My life is here."

Her lush lips turned upsidedown in a delicate frown with her arms crossed over her generous chest. For a girl her age,  she could easily be classed an eighteen year old when she was barely sixteen.

"We have no other choice and I think a move would actually be good for us." Sara said. "Don't you think so Storm."

Storm's head snapped up from observing the map in his phone. "Uh, yeah. Mom's right cee, moving could throw this guy off our trail." He said before lighter shade of chestnut hair covered his eyes when he focused on the phone in his hands.

"Fine." Lips pressed together,  Celia agreed. No matter how much she disapproved,  she knew the decision would apply to her no matter how much she screamed and protested. She went back to swiping at the screen of her phone.

"Uh, mom the nearest hotel is just a few blocks away." Storm said,  the blue illumination reflecting on his face. Along with their house, everything else in them including cars,  laptops and important documents had been destroyed too. "If we start walking now, I think we'll be able to get there before it's too late.

Sara nodded for him to lead the way which he went ahead to do,  pausing to raise his head, pointing out landmarks until a two storeyed structure came into view. They checked in,  Sara and Celia in a room and Storm and Lake in another. Mr. Richards had left a fortune behind but Sara refused to have a single spoilt bone in the system of her children. She'd sooner loose an arm than let than happen.

With their Nike converses flung carelessly on the floor beside their beds Storm and Lake hopped into bed.

Lake was the first to break the peaceful atmosphere between them." So what do you think about moving to Lakeland,  Florida?"

Storm was already used to Lake's questions which had no visible end. From the most dumbest questions down to the most deep head scratching questions concerning life. " I don't see anything wrong with it." He said. "Besides I was kinda already getting bored of this place."

Lake's full lips pressed together again holding off his next question. He really loved this place and they had just started a new semester in senior year. He was just getting to live the life of a senior.

"Go ahead." Storm said. He could always sense when Lake was in discomfort or any other feeling for that matter. Their mother always explained that that was the beauty of having an other half.

Lake's eyes lowered and he slouched. "Do you think the new school'll be as cool as the current one?"

"Heck yeah." He didn't hesitate to respond. "We're the Richards. What could one little move do for us."

The corners of Lake's mouth tugged upwards into a smile similar to that of his brother but brighter with rosier cheeks. People could have easily accused Lake of being too soft while Storm of being too hardheaded but they still got along in perfect harmony.

Storm's body snuggled deeper into the sheets,  his secret frown directed to the roof. He sure wasn't used to changes and the thought of a slight change in changing schools and friends didn't sit well with him.

Even with these thoughts running through their minds, they slipped into their subconscious dreams not prepared for tomorrow but as long as they convinced themselves that by sticking together, they could overcome anything.

Oh how little they knew...