Talk to Amy

Ollie burst into his sister's room, causing the door to slam against the wall. Amy was already awake. "Ollie, what the hell" the brunette cried. "What's going on"?. "I don't know" replied Ollie, "just get dressed and come downstairs".

Ollie caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror, his wavy brown hair, messier than usual. No time to think about that now, he thought. Racing downstairs, Ollie ran into the kitchen, to find his parents hurriedly packing as much food as possible into carrier bags.

"Ollie, stop pissing about and help your mother" came a deep bark from the kitchen. "Sarah, grab the knives" he said. That wasn't a good sign either Ollie thought. "Dad, what is going on" Ollie asked, becoming increasingly concerned with his father's shadiness.

He pulled Ollie into the dining room.