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The H Place

Ryan

"Forest Brothers office NOW!" blared through the overhead speakers. I groan and bang my head against the desk. Everyone turns to look at me as I get up and grab my items, making my way out of Government and to the main office. What the hell did we do now? I couldn't really recall anything super drastic that needed all of my brothers to the office of hell.

On my way to the office, I ran into Cole and Caleb who both had English. At the same time we looked each other up and down and asked, "What the fuck did we do now?" I stopped my walking and turned to them.

"Let's not do that again."

"Agreed," stated Cole and we continued walking to the office of hell. We may be triplets, act like triplets, and look like triplets, does not mean we like being triplets. We like showing our individual selves. If we start acting as one, people are going to start treating us as one, and I will be damned if that ever happens.

I love my brothers greatly, but I need my individualism. Nicole mastered that, now leaving each individual their own, or whatever that means.

"Seriously though," Caleb started, "what the fuck did we do?" I shrugged. I am wondering the same thing. Ever since Nicole decided to go on a rebellious spree, we have been getting the deep end of shit. Right now, I most definitely do not want to get into it.

We make it to the office, with the secretary leading us into Principle Anderson's office. When we walk in we see that Justin and Elliot are already in there. "Physics?" Cole asks with a smirk. Both brothers groan in heavy distaste, giving the confirmation needed. Hate physics the both of them, they probably raced to see who got here first.

"So, why were we called down here, ma'am?" asked Justin as the rest of us quickly took a seat. Her office was the definition of boring, her desk was oak in the center of the room with pictures of her family on the desk. No rewards hanging on the wall, no pictures either. Just plain, white walls. "I have these documents for you a lot, I need you to deliver them to the hospital," Anderson said, handing a couple documents to Elliot, who was the closest to her. Why in the world do we need to deliver documents to the hospital? Is this why she hasn't been at school? If so, couldn't she deliver the documents?

"Why?" I asked, voicing my confusion that apparently my brothers shared as well, but didn't have the balls to ask. Whimps.

Anderson, with her hair slicked back in a bun, leaned back in her chair and rested her hands on her lap. "I have asked you five to go because I know that you all have a little bit of a problem going to the hospital, so if you have each others backs you might be able to deliver these as quickly as possible," she gave a quick sympathetic smile, that by the look from my brothers did not appreciate. We did not need her pity, more specifically from her. She loves acting as if she needs to take care of us, just because she was apparently besties with Nicole.

"What's the document for?" asked Caleb, most definitely trying to not bring light to the conversation Mrs. Anderson looked like she wanted to have it with us. Not going to happen, not now, not ever. "They are for Nicole. The hospital rang today saying that they needed those documents," she said pointing to the papers in Elliots lap. I glanced at them, not much caring about them anymore, more wanting to know why the hospital needed them for Nicole.

What the hell did she do now? Was cutting her hair not enough? Having to go to the hospital for some fucked up reason give her the attention she needed? I was so over this little get together.

I stood up along with Cole and Caleb, "Is that everything?" without waiting for an answer I walk out of the office with the rest of my brothers. This is dumb, no wonder she couldn't just deliver them, she needed to have the immediate family do it.

We exit the school heading to our vehicles, none of us very pleased. We would do anything to get out of school, however; going to the hospital was not one of them. We avoided that place like a virus, everytime we went to the hospital, someone died.

Every. Single. Time.

We stopped at the vehicle, Justine looking at Elliot to drive. "I am not driving," Elliot said, crossing his muscled arms over his chest. There was a tattoo on his forearm of a dagger, he got that last year claiming it scared people. I laughed at the time shaking my head, but also getting a replica of it on my chest.

Justin looked flabbergasted, throwing his arms up, "I'm not driving either!" he exclaimed. Shaking my head I push them out of the way, "Fine, I will drive. Get your asses in the car," and I jumped in the front seat, waiting for everyone else to pile in. I didn't necessarily want to drive there either, but the sooner we got there, the sooner we could leave and never go back.

I drove away, going quite a bit over the speed limit, the quicker the better. "Elliot," Caleb said tapping on Elliot's shoulder. He brushed him off and continued looking at the papers in his lap. Caleb, unrelenting, continued tapping his shoulder, "Elliot, Elliot, Elliot, Elliot, Elliot, Elliot,"

"What!"

"What do those papers say?"

"They are just medical and regular information about Nicole."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

"Well that's boring," Cole chimes in from the back. I watched this exchange happen through my mirror. I am a safe driver, a way better one then any of my brothers if you ask me. Poor Cole though, because now he's getting jabs thrown at him.

We arrive at the hospital completely unscratched, well except for Cole who now looks terminally ill, but other than that, all good. Nobody makes a move out of the vehicle though, grim faces on all of them, including myself. I mentally and physically do not want to go in. Every fiber in my being is wanting to stay in the car. Justin snatches the papers from Elliot, puts a brave face on, and walks to the hospital, shoulders squared. I relaxed in my seat, slouching, and the breath I was holding was relieved. Everyone else was probably feeling the same thing. We all didn't need to go in, only one of us and Justin made the choice very quickly.

"Ryan," Caleb started. Oh here we go again. This kid is going to be the end of everyone.

"What, Caleb?"

"Do... you think Nicole is..... alright?" What in the actual fuck. I sit right back up in my seat and turn around, facing Caleb. "I don't know, and honestly do not care. She craves attention and I am not giving it to her." I stare at him, he just shrugs. "Whatever, man."

We wait for a good ten minutes for Justin to get back, and not surprisingly it is taking him forever. I just want to get back and tell Avery what was going on. Finally the dude exits the H-place and quickly gets to the car. "What took you so long," I sneer, getting ready to finally leave this place. "I asked them why they needed the information," he started. Everyone stops their movement and turns to look at him. "...And?" Elliot asks, getting annoyed.

"Well, there was some information she couldn't answer when she was here earlier today. I then asked why she was here, and the nurse said that it was for her arm or shoulder, which we already sorta knew, and well...." he passes an envelope into my lap and I open it. My heart dropped to my toes.

AN- hello, I know what I had said a year ago and I have no excuses. If you were here from the beginning , I am so very sorry, and if you are new.....I have update schedule issues in which I take forever to update just as an FYI, thank you for reading this chapter and have a wonderful day!

~ Lily J.