The ignorant children filled the parking lot in places where they shouldn't. Lucky for them, we have fast reflexes and wouldn't have a chance of running them over. But, oh, how I wished.
A second after I thought about it, Donovan scowled at the windshield, frowning disapprovingly.
"Cornelius," he mumbled, "could you please be more polite?"
"Polite," I scoffed, "I don't know such a thing."
Donovan found a free spot to park next to a behemoth van, then turned to talk to me. But, before he could manage a single sound, Josephine shrieked.
"Stop!" she roared. In a twenty-third of a second, my head spun around like a spinner, along with Donovan's. Immediately after we caught sight of Josephine's bellow, Donovan's foot stomped on the break.
I flew forward since I wasn't wearing the now-needed seatbelt, but caught myself on the dashboard. All of this chaos happened within half a second after the warning.
