"Today in west Los Angeles, there was an attempted car jacking that left 7 teenagers shaken and a community stunned, for more on this we go to Kayla Higgins. Kayla?"

"Yes Robert. The scene you see behind me looks like a war-zone with shattered glass and two wrecked cars. What you’re seeing is not the carnage of the front lines, but the madness of few. After dropping off their friend from a day on the beach, 18 year old Gideon Vincente Bearclaw, his younger sister and their two friends were heading back to his home when they stopped at a red light. Almost immediately, a white sedan pulled up beside them and several men wearing all brown brandished their weapons, demanding that they exit the car. They refused, and the car jackers opened fire."

Spencer’s hand covered her mouth before she could mutter "Oh my God." Her stomach twisted in knots as the different camera shots showed the carnage of broken glass all over the seat and the bullet riddled car that used to be Gideon’s Acura. "Oh God, Ashley."

"A friend of Gideon’s, who happened to be behind the white sedan at the time, stepped on the gas and plowed into the back of the white sedan, propelling it forward and into the intersection where it was T-boned by another car. It then made its hasty get away."

"Mr. Bearclaw declined to speak on the matter but did say that he was ‘just happy that they were all safe and that they managed to drop their friend off first before this madness happened.’ Police have an All Points Bulletin out for a white sedan carrying 4 black males dressed in all brown with brown bandannas covering their faces. The victims of this crime and their heroes are all safe with the exception of a few bumps and bruises. Now, back to you Robert."

"Thanks Kayla. In other news, are North Korea’s threats to the United States real?"

Spencer didn’t notice her parents watching the story along with her, concerned looks on their faces as they put the pieces of the puzzle together.

She had already pulled her cellphone out from her pocket and was dialing Ashley’s number with shakey fingers. ‘Please pick up. Please pick up.’ One ring, then two. The blood was pounding in her body as she waited for an answer. Finally, she heard a soft voice on the other end and breathed a sigh of relief. “Ashley? Honey are you ok?”