Chapter 27- Suspensions.

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Wills P.O.V.

The white bandages that wrapped around my waist had burned. Actually, that was quite an understatement. I had running off pure adrenaline yesterday when it happened. Now that it was at least twenty-four hours later, most of my body felt like it was sacrificed to the pagan gods.

Alex sat in front of me, changing one of my multiple wounds. Her straightened black hair was tied back with only her bangs hanging down, cupping the sides of her face. She also had on a pair of blue skinny jeans and a black-and-white flannel. You didn't really appreciate how tall she really was until you were below her. My 6'0 was closely followed by her 5'11.

"I can't believe you were that stupid," Alex said for the fifth time, cleaning up the wound. "You're beyond lucky they had shown up or you be in deep crap right now."

I winced when she put on the rubbing alcohol on my arm without telling me first. "I'm sorry, okay?" I wasn't though. I had got the information I had wanted so badly even if it wasn't near my high hopes.

After Cecil and Izzy showed up, they practically almost killed me while swerving through various lanes of traffic. It was nearly a one and a half hour drive so we ran out of gas when Cecil got lost. We ditched the car too after a while. Izzy started blabbering on how it could have a tracking device in it. I compromised with her instead. We drove around a part of Manhattan until we found a homeless man sleeping on one of the benches and gave him the keys to the car.

"Look, if you drive around in this car for a good hour or two in a random pattern, you can have this car..."

He looked at us like we were crazy. "You have to be kidding me, right?"

The three of us looked at each other and back at the man. "We're not, sir."

"You look no more than fifteen, the lot of ya. How would you be able to afford such a priceless thing?"

He was right, It was a stunning black sports car. If I had to estimate, It would be a good one hundred grand.

"We won it in a bet," Izzy replied. " We can't drive yet so It's worthless to us. Would you do us a favor please and take it?" She held out her hand with keys dangling In front of him. He glared at us suspiciously before hastily snatching them up.

When I had regained my focus, my arm has bandaged back up again. Behind me, Argus, who I came to know as the camps security guard, was talking to Chiron. After a while, you get used to all his eyes. But what truly bugged me was the fact that they seemed to stare straight at me at the moment.

"All done," Alex revealed. She stood up and tucked her hair behind her ear. "Argus!" Chiron stopped talking for a minute, turning his head with the other to look at her.

"I'm ready," she states with a smile. It was Wednesday, meaning she was going off to visit her other siblings.

Chiron smiled at her sweetly. "I'm afraid we are going to have to make a detour on the way their child. Another camper seemed to get himself in a sticky situation with his principle. " He turned to me. "You will have to come as well. The school does not seem to have your new...change of address. I can use the mist to fool them that I'm your uncle, but that's all I would be able to do. Without your signed proof that you agree, they change a thing." I nodded agreeing, my brain drawing important detail on how he avoided the word home.

Alex frowned, "We won't be that late, will we?"

"Don't worry, the school will be near the foster home. I believe it is only a mile or so. William and I could be dropped off while you go visit."

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