I looked over my attire in the full length mirror in front of me, ready for our mission to save my best friend from those horrendous monsters. I had to admit, my outfit really contradicted the stereotypical badass ninja, but then again it was hard to dress all in black with large combat boots on in the scorching heat of the summer's day. I was dressed in a pair of jean shorts with a white tank on top, tucked in. My feet were clad in a pair of white Converse and an anklet danced around my left ankle. My dark hair was braided in a messy plait and I wore a minimum amount of makeup along with a simple choker around my neck. I turned away from the mirror and headed out the bedroom.
After the talk with Myron outside the hospital, he had dragged me back inside and back to our rooms. The doctors checked us both with a few tests before letting us go. We then both hurried back to the house we were staying at to find a note for us both. It stated that we had been excused from the rowing activity today due to our injuries but we were free to explore the town or do as we wished. Of course, we already had plans. Myron had then ushered me up to my room and told me to get changed and meet him downstairs in ten minutes.
Very little time for a girl to get ready in, I must admit.
I ran down the stairs but Myron was nowhere in sight. Confused, I looked around, twirling on the ball of my feet. My face soon collided with a hard thing which I recognized to be a chest, more precisely Myron's chest. He let out a low chuckle, grabbing me by the shoulders and pushing me back a bit.
"Do you have a wish to break your nose by constantly banging your face into my chest?" he asked teasingly as I rubbed my throbbing nose. I scowled at him and shook his hands off my shoulders.
"Shut up and let's go," I said turning away from him. "We have to save my best friend."
Myron let out another low chuckle before following me out of the front door. The house had been empty when we got there ten minutes earlier, as it had been ever since we got here. Not once had either Myron or I seen the owner of the house, Macy Willows. We had only been to the house a few times but I hadn't seen her at all. It seemed kind of weird to me seeing as first she requested to have both Myron and I stay at her house but now she was nowhere in sight. The latter seemed more explainable, I thought, seeing as we hadn't even seen any of the other kids from Gracelane either since the day we got here, only catching a glimpse of the nerdy boy, Carver, with his nose shoved into a book when Allie, Myron and I were talking about going to Chris' house to ask him questions. I decided it was best to ponder over this another time and so shook my head clear of the thoughts and continued to follow Myron. Myron was also dressed very contradicting to our aim of being badass ninjas, in only a pair of khaki shorts and a t-shirt with a pair of Nikes underneath.
"We'll start off back at Chris' house," Myron said as we walked down the street.
I frowned, "but what if he's at his house?"
"Don't worry," Myron said. "While Chris was in my room, he mentioned that he would be leaving at twelve to attend a meeting somewhere to finalize the activity dates which had been altered slightly and that the meeting wouldn't end until late so we're safe, Avery."
"Oh," I breathed out, "that's extremely fortunate."
"Sure is," Myron mumbled before a comfortable blanket of silence fell upon us. As we walked, I hummed the tune of a song and kicked the occasional pebble that lay on the sidewalk. Myron's big strides caused him to walk about a foot or two ahead of me while I dragged myself behind, every now and again getting distracted by petty things at the side like a lone butterfly flying its way by without a care or burden in the world, with no worry as to whether the closest thing it has to family is actually alive or dead, okay or harmed.
