Billie & Christy - sister panic
She had reached the sidewalks of the burning building when it hit her like a two-by-four to the face. Her name was Billie Jenkins. She was, in fact, not a devout Christian, and frankly those people scared her. The blonde stopped dead in her tracks, face screwing up in horror. "What the f-" she was cut off as she wheeled around and gaped at the building. The whole thing had caught on fire, and fast. How many people had that kind of power?
"Christy." she said, that one named willed with panic and worry. Had she started the fire? What if she was hurt? Trapped inside? Something had fallen on her? Or maybe she had got out?
There were people filing out of the building, escaping the flames. She pushed her way past another woman who was suddenly standing in her way, and started to move through the crowds, going elbows and hands, not really caring who she shoved away from her, and not letting anyone bump into her. "Christy!" she called, searching the different faces, looking to the blonde women she came across. Why were there so many damn blonde women?
Nevermind that she had just had her mind screwed with, or that she had been acting like a complete idiot for the past little while. It didn't matter, she could bitch about that after she had located the person that counted the most. The sisters would be okay, Billie knew that. She also knew Christy could take care of herself, but that didn't stop her from panicking any less.