CH. 25 Knocking at the door

“REAGAN HOPE SUTHERLAND!” a female voice shouted above the noise. A brunette girl was standing at the table staring Reagan down. Her hands were on her hips and she looked angry. “I am gonna kill you!” she said it not as loud but in a stern voice that sent a chill through me. Reagan choked on the water she was drinking. She seemed to be in shock not moving or saying anything just meeting the girls stare. People started to stop and watch as the brunette stood there waiting for a response.

The brunette was taller than Reagan by about two or three inches but they probably weighed about the same. Reagan seemed to be frozen until another voice I don’t recognize joined in, a male voice. “You’re gonna have to wait in line.” he appeared behind the brunette. I didn’t recognize him. He looked about six foot even with dark brown hair. He was smiling at Reagan in a way that made me uncomfortable.

Instinctively I pulled her closer to me. If I thought she was tense before it was nothing compared t