Chapter 6

"So, how do you ride whatever this is?" Peter asked, scratching his head.

Suddenly surprising Peter, Micah responded, "Easy."

Peter stopped his scratching dumbfounded. "What do you mean easy?"

"When you're sixteen, you get an after school driving class. Most fun thing there."

Still bewildered, Peter jumped on the jetski.

Micah, making a vrooming sound, twisted the handle.

*Vroom*

The jetski sped away from the port, making its way to nowhere.

"So, where are we going?" Peter stammered due to the speed.

"Let's just hope we're lucky," Micah shouted, moving the boat even faster.

Back inside of the orphanage, was something that was not expected.

Kirk was walking to the office, snickering of some sort. He noticed the apparent absence of Micah and Peter, and used it as a way to get them in trouble.

He came across the door, with big letters saying Principal.

He knocked on the door, rubbing his hands together eagerly.

Coming up front, Bumble—the servant for Mrs. Jist, opened the door.

Kirk poisely presented his so-called worry about their absence.

"Where did you think they went?" she asked.

"I don't know, Mrs. Jist," he said. "But, this may be a worry to the government."

Mrs. Jist nodded. She turned over to Bumble, whispering things that Kirk couldn't hear.

Bumble apparently went away from the room to the back door.

"Well, Kirk. I think I have a position for you."

HIs head raised up in an eager excitement.

"Find Peter and Micah, and you will have the best treatment in all of the orphanages."

Kirk stammered in disbelief. "I will gladly take that." "Good," Mrs. Jist said.

Suddenly the door opened, with Bumble with a piece of paper.

After a moment of silence, Mrs. Jist said, "Well—"

Kirk glared at Mrs. Jist excitedly, as she gave her first order.

"Go with the security guards, clearly these boys are escaping."

The engine of the vehicle continued to roar, as they continued on their journey.

"Well this is a peaceful ride," Peter scoffed, enjoying the breeze.

Micah scoffed after him in enjoyment.

"You can say that again."

"So, what do you think we're gonna do when we escape this place?"

Micah shrugged.

"I don't know, I plan to leave this all behind me. Get to a real orphanage."

"You want to go to a different orphanage?" he asked, much more confused.

He continued, "If anything—that'd be the last thing you'd want to do."

Micah shook his head in response.

"I just wanna live a normal life, possibly become an author."

"You write a diary." "I could at least learn," Micah said, smiling. "What do you want to be?"

Peter was going to answer, but instead he hesitated.

He never thought about what he wanted to be, being that he was going to stay at that orphanage for how long.

"I don't know," he sighed. "Depends."

The mood was slowly going down, as a series of thoughts confused them.

"We could live together, as you know very good friends."

"That'd be nice, but I'd still need something."

"We can both be authors, and live normal lives. Leave all this behind."

"You're right."

As the mood was going up, suddenly, more sounds of engines were running.

Peter was the first to notice.

"Um, does this boat have a lot more engines?" he asked.

"No, why do you ask?"

Looking at his mirror, somehow multiple jet skis were chasing behind them.

"They knew!!" Peter shouted in surprise.

Vroom*

The engines roared, gaining up on them.

"Hold on!"

The jetski slid to the right, trying to lead them away.

"What do you plan on doing?" Peter asked frantically.

Micah declared, "We need to juke them!"

He twisted the handle, switching to a faster gear, leading off from them.

He led the jetski leftward, therefore juking the boats.

The chasers now split into two lanes, side by side on them.

"They're still gaining on us!" Peter shouted.

Kirk was on the frontlines behind them, which they didn't know.

"I see them clearly trying to escape our grasp, we need to go faster on them repeat," he said, in the hand-over walkie-talkie.

Bumble, almost snickering, said, "You say repeat when you're going to repeat."

"Shush up, I'm the captain here."

He then screamed on the phone.

"Build up on them!"

*Vrooooom*

The boat's engines roared louder, ringing inside Peter's ears.

"Can they calm down?!" he screamed.

"I'm not sure they'll calm down!" Micah shouted.

Kirk finally let his one last, disrupting order on that second.

"Open fire." Peter found himself, watching little spurts of yellow fly. "They're shooting!"

Micah, stupefied, stared at the mirror—viewing blazes of bullets.

"They are definitely not calming down!"