Vigor opened his eyes and saw multiple faces peering down at him. Alana, looking more concerned than relieved, Immi with a cheerful look on her face, and a new guy looked at him with some form of disgust.
"Hey, Alana. What happened?"
"Atlas knocked you out," said Alana, giving a quick sigh and the guy, Atlas apparently, a hateful look.
"I'm not talking about this again," he remarked, folding his arms and sitting down on a rather worn-out couch opposite Vigor.
"Well for what it's worth I'm glad you're okay, Vigor," said Immi giving him an adorable smile. He imagined he turned red, like a beet.
"Well let's all sit down and fill Vigor in," said Alana sitting next to him.
Immi went over to sit with Atlas and he put his arm on the back of the couch behind her.
Vigor sighed.
Alana told Vigor everything but he wasn't listening. His eyes were focused on Immi and Atlas, jealousy creeping into his head.
"So yeah," said Alana, finishing the story Vigor heard none of.
"That was nice to hear again, Alana," said Immi's high-accented voice. "I myself didn't remember most of it." She smiled sympathetically at Vigor.
"Anyway," said Alana, "Your parents will probably be here soon. Let's get ready."
She then turned around to Immi and Atlas, wearing looks of confusion. "Vigor's visiting for the week, and today's his last day. He lives on the other side of town," she explained.
"Well, this was a nice last hurrah," Atlas remarked.
Vigor just rolled his eyes.
An hour later, Vigor's parents finally came. Atlas said a half-hearted goodbye to him and Immi kissed him on the cheek. Alana said farewell and waved. He came to visit once a month, so they didn't do many formal goodbyes.
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Exile
FantasyI wrote a "book" with some old friends, starting in 7th grade and completing it in 8th. It tells the tales of an exiled girl on a mission to overthrow a horrid tyrant, with accomplices, situationships, and an enemy who may not be what people think.
