The journey seemed almost impossible, but I made it, with minor bumps. I held my hands on the steering wheel tightly as I thought about Adam. He was like a fatherly figure to me, but all and all he was still a teen, so he was my overprotective brother. I slip a pair of dark sunglasses over my eyes and pulled the hood over my pink baseball cap. I wanted to protect my identity from all who could harm me. I glanced over to my left and I saw a brunet teen boy driving a van and another teen, this one fair skinned, almost white, sitting next to him. The brunette's hair was knotted in thick dreadlocks and I could see tiny pieces of lint in his hair. He has dark brown eyes that look like he has seen to much. The pale teen has dark, black tousled hair that hangs in his eyes. Although his hair was blocking most of my view of his eyes, I saw a onyx black I know so well. Adam.