I wake up to music blaring from my phone. I look across the room to the guitar amp I left it on to charge, but it's not there. I look over to Valerie, who's sitting on her bed on the other side of the room, holding her phone in one hand and mine in the other. "Do you know how late it is?" She says. "It's 8:30!" I pull off my blanket and walk over. I hold out my hand. She smiles and slaps the phone into my hand. I close the app and turn my phone back off. "You're still here." I respond. "I would expect for your mom to have woken me up by now." She grabs a brush and runs it through her long brown hair. "My parents went to pick up some groceries." We walk over to the kitchen where I pour some cereal for the two of us. Valerie turns on the TV, which is still on the news channel. The anchor says something about a drunk driver who crashed into an Acme store, killing two people. We recognize the store as being from two blocks away. "Give me the hairbrush!" I say. She tosses it to me from across the room, which I somehow manage to catch. I quickly brush my hair, then run back to my room, where I get dressed as quickly as possible. I run back downstairs, where I grab a keyring from a holder on the wall and grab Valerie's wrist. I turn out all the lights and we run outside as quickly as possible. We sprint all the way to the store, where we can see the police. Valerie and I are both terrified. We're a strange sight, two terrified eleven-year-old girls, out of breath and sweaty, hugging each other, one tall with tanned skin, icy blue eyes and somewhat long bright red hair; and the other with pale skin, dark brown eyes, a very skinny build, and average height. Most people don't believe us when we tell them that we're cousins. The car is being removed from the wall, and the bodies are beginning to be visible. By the time I can see the faces, Valerie is running towards the police. I sprint as fast as I can towards her, tears streaming down my face. A police has stopped Valerie, asking her who she is. Through sobs, I can hear her saying, "Valerie Stonewater..." I decide to cut in. "I'm Serafina Brenton. We're cousins. Her parents are my legal guardians." I point at them. The tears come even stronger. "That's them."