The Adventures of Atticus King
“Well I’m not doing anything else right now, I have a plane we can use to fly there.” You say.
“Thank You so much Mr. King. I knew I could count on you!” Sabrina responds.
“Oh, please call me Atticus, that’s what my friend calls me.” A wave of awkwardness washes over you, and you look away awkwardly.
“OK, well, let’s head off in the morning.” She mutters. You and Sabrina spend the night in your house. The next day you both pack your things, and you go the airfield. Your plane is old, but it’s never failed you. She’s impressed.
“You fly?” Sabrina asks.
“I’m the best.”
She then jumps back. “Look over there! Quick!” You turn to see four Mexicans, armed with machine guns yelling at you. “They’re the ones who stormed your house! Run!” She bolts towards your plane. Should you?
“Thank You so much Mr. King. I knew I could count on you!” Sabrina responds.
“Oh, please call me Atticus, that’s what my friend calls me.” A wave of awkwardness washes over you, and you look away awkwardly.
“OK, well, let’s head off in the morning.” She mutters. You and Sabrina spend the night in your house. The next day you both pack your things, and you go the airfield. Your plane is old, but it’s never failed you. She’s impressed.
“You fly?” Sabrina asks.
“I’m the best.”
She then jumps back. “Look over there! Quick!” You turn to see four Mexicans, armed with machine guns yelling at you. “They’re the ones who stormed your house! Run!” She bolts towards your plane. Should you?