Zira McClure
The music in Zira's shiny blue Bronco, she called Bruce was blaring so loud that she barely even heard it when another voice joined the song. She had come here to escape life at her boring adoption center. Not paying attention to time or anything, she had driven as far away from it as possible, because today was her day off. She didn't have any meetings with so called "possible parents" today, and she was going to take advantage of that. Zira had rolled down all of Bruce's windows and turned up the volume as high as she could get it without blowing the speakers.
But when she did hear the voice, she almost jumped out of her skirt with shock. Almost. She did, though, manage to slam her hand into the horn so hard that the noise almost made her scream as it penetrated the air. She slammed on the volume button and turned off the music her heart thudded in her chest. Then, Zira reached under the seat and grabbed the pistol she wasn't supposed to have, but kept in case of emergencies and pointed it out the window she heard the singing from. This all happened in about five seconds. "WHO IS IT!!??" She yelled, her voice shrill and quavering.
The music in Zira's shiny blue Bronco, she called Bruce was blaring so loud that she barely even heard it when another voice joined the song. She had come here to escape life at her boring adoption center. Not paying attention to time or anything, she had driven as far away from it as possible, because today was her day off. She didn't have any meetings with so called "possible parents" today, and she was going to take advantage of that. Zira had rolled down all of Bruce's windows and turned up the volume as high as she could get it without blowing the speakers.
But when she did hear the voice, she almost jumped out of her skirt with shock. Almost. She did, though, manage to slam her hand into the horn so hard that the noise almost made her scream as it penetrated the air. She slammed on the volume button and turned off the music her heart thudded in her chest. Then, Zira reached under the seat and grabbed the pistol she wasn't supposed to have, but kept in case of emergencies and pointed it out the window she heard the singing from. This all happened in about five seconds. "WHO IS IT!!??" She yelled, her voice shrill and quavering.