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Michelle calls something out to Mrs. and Mr. Norman as she unlocks her 1987 Toyota Supra MKIII. Everett runs around the house from the backyard, his backpack hanging on his shoulder with a singular strap. The pack on his back was full of stuff that he didn’t share what it contained. He excitingly laughs as he jumps the fence, landing just behind Michelle’s car in the driveway facing the road.
Michelle rolls her eyes as she sits down in the driver seat, brushing away her bleached blonde hair. Everett wears a maroon jacket with a black tank top underneath. He also wears black shorts that are patched with starts below the pockets. His black boots match the rest of the outfit.
Everett waves goodbye to their parents standing at the front door. He opens the door, throwing his backpack from his left shoulder onto the passenger side floor. He slides into the seat, closing the door before looking over at Michelle. She looks back at him. Upon entering the car Everett pulls down the car visor, lifting the flap to the small mirror. He fixes his curly hair that rests just on top of his head dyed half-black-half-white. When he finished messing with his hair, Everett turned to look at Michelle. Their matching hazel eyes glinting back the same excitement, the only difference was Everett’s golden ring in his iris. Michelle started the car as Everett buckled up. He pushed back up the visor as Michelle pulled out the drive way. She turned on the radio like she always does.
A old rock song played, “…fire of unknown
origin took my baby a-“ Michelle turned the knob to the next station, not wanting to hear that.
“Ms. Officer I thought you rolled with rock,” Everett said. From whatever cursed part of their life; it gave them the ability to read minds and auras.
“Ew,” Michelle responded, dead panned as they finally start to pull into the main road.
“Hey, just think dad’s jokes are worse,” He replied, laughing a little at his own joke.
The two sat in the peaceful silence of whatever indie band was playing on the radio; Everett taps along to beats from now and then, Michelle concentrates on the road. It wasn’t a far drive and to be quite honest, the lie Everett told their parents wasn’t quite necessary: The case was in North Platte, Nebraska and they lived in Kearney, Nebraska. It was a straight shot west along the Platte river. Despite all that, it was the farthest case they’ve got, although it was still one of the first five. Michelle was feeling in the middle of nervous and excited, but Everett mostly carried all the excitement that Michelle didn’t have. He leaned forward, opening his backpack and pulling out a more older notebook as well as a newer one, causing a bunch of clanging of medal. He causally juggled both of them in his lap cross examining information from both. The older one had a bunch of information on ghost hunting, written in messy scribbles. As well as some pages being damaged from alcohol didn’t make it easier to decipher. The newer one was written with neat organized notes about past cases and information about the present one. Michelle glances over to look what Everett had in their bag.
“What the hell is all that?” Michelle asked seeing the bundle of knifes and notebooks.
“I said I’ll always be prepared,” Everett stated matter of a factly.
Michelle shakes her head as she faces the road again, turning down I-80 E, “What is wrong with you?”
“My uncle is what’s wrong with me,” Everett replies looking back at her smirking. In that moment, he chose to close both notebooks, carefully sliding it into his bag, zipping it shut, “Besides I told you things get dangerous I stab, you make sure no one dies. It all works out.” He pulls out a steel dagger flipping it in my hand.
“I would rather you not stab,” She replies, “And put that down. I don’t want you to stab yourself before we get there.”
“You deal with guns but I can’t have a dagger? Not cool sis, not cool.” Everett replies, exaggerating with the dagger still in his hand.
Michelle glances at him through the side of her eye, “I’m trained with guns. And an adult.”
“Yes, well I’m in college” Everett says adding finger quotation marks through at the sentence, even though both of them know he’s only 17.
“In your dreams,” Michelle says.
“If I’d could dream. Anyways how long till we get there?” Everett replied, deflecting the conversation as well as putting the dagger back in the inside pocket Ih his jacket.
“Around an hour,” After that long of driving and bickering, Everett and Michelle finally get there.
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The house looked like the stereotypical American dream with a big house and a white picket fence. Everett looked it up and down, fake gaging in disgust. Michelle puts the car in park, pulling the key out of the ignition. The two unbuckle getting out. Everett throws his backpack back over his left shoulder, the knives clanking inside as Michelle starts walking up to the house. The sun already set over the horizon, the sky is a beautiful mix of blues and yellows and pinks. Everett walks up behind Michelle, striding up the first step when she knocks on the door. She didn’t really expect a response since the person who reported this case has already left the house (Easier for the siblings, easier for the residents).
Michelle glances inside, seeing a few odd shadows. Michelle knocks again as she waits for a response. Maybe the family hasn’t left yet, she thinks.
She starts to prepare her police badge along with an explanation on why a seventeen year old is there with her. Michelle knocks one more time as they hear something clatter to the floor. The two look at each thinking the same thing.
“What the hell?” The mumble to each other