The Car Crash: Chapter Eight

by Karissa (KIRA) Uh... Who Am I? in a hissy fit and screaming like a kid

Kima woke up te next day bright and early. "Oh man," she said to herself. She had forgotten her birthday. Actually, her and Tamon's birthday. They were twenty now. She cut on the small T.V. "And we are still celebrating Kima Towsa's birthday," the reporter said. "As most of you may know, Kima is a famous caregiver, known to be the second Mother Theresa. She owns a camp, Camp Smiles, and her twentieth birthday was yesterday. And also yesterday, we mourned for her family, who were killed on that sad day of April 15, 2008..." Kima cut off the TV. That wasnt the real reporter, she realized. No one knew about the accident but her and Tamon. She cut on the TV again. The mysterious reporter was still up there. She heard a knock on the door. "Kima! Open up!" She wrapped up in her robe and opened the door. "I think we have a lead." She smiled, then told him to come in. "Tamon, I didnt tell anyone about this. Or my- our birthday." Tamon looked at the TV. The reporter had tiny trails of heat coming from her body. "I thought they didnt let people with powers on as reporters," he said. "They dont. Why? Is she one of them?" Tamon nodded. "Plus they're shooting in the south, near- Holy _____ (put whatever you want there). Thats where my parents died." Kima put her hand over her mouth. "Crank up the truck Tamon, and wait for me." He went out and put on some clean clothes, and took the dirty one out of the dryer. She packed up her stuff, then went to the car and got in.

They headed to where Tamon's parents were killed, and saw the news station. Kima put up an image that she was driving, and got out of the car. Immediately, cameras started flashing in her face. The reporter came over. "Miss Towsa, why did yo-" "Who are you and what have you done with the real reporter?" The fake reporter looked evil. She had smiled wickedly, and turned to fire. She pushd Kima, and found she couldnt get burned. "What are you?" the fake reporter asked. "Kima Towsa. And you are an imposter." She punched the fake reporter, and the cameraman had caught everything except the punch. Her phone was ringing, and she answered it. "Hey Tamon," she whispered. "Hey. Get in the car, I'm on the passenger side." She whispered okay, then left. When she got in the car, she drove off. After they went about ten miles, Kima pulled over and kissed Tamon. "Thanks. I was just about to find a rock and stone her." He nodded, and sat back. He closed his eyes and sighed. "Is everything okay?" she asked. He shook his head and looked at her. "I just saw my sister." Kima stared at him. "I am so so-" "Its okay Kima. She tried to kill you and I dont like that, okay?" She nodded and started driving.