DIANA'S POV
My father had picked me up from high school that afternoon. He didn't so much as greet me when I got in the car with him. He had a stern expression on his face. A confused expression was on my face as I wondered why. I could tell something was wrong. I'd never seen him like this before he was always kind and bubbly. Not whatever this was.
"Dad, is everything alright?" I asked him,.
He didn't answer me. Just kept driving. The ride was painfully awkward and I was growing worried. The only thing that kept the car from being completely dead silent was the rusty sound the car engine made as it worked. Our car was too old you see. As he continued to drive it was then that noticed we weren't headed in the direction of our home.
I knew something was very wrong.
"Dad, where are we going?" I asked him.
