Somehow, we managed to find a hiding spot pretty quickly. The only hard part was getting the trackers out of the vans. "How did someone even put these in the vans?" Blaze asked as he pulled at one.
"I have no idea," Dola replied, watching the security footage on his phone, "Noone came to the vans within the past two weeks. Unless..."
His eyes widened. "Unless what?" Blaze asked, glaring at him.
"Unless someone put them in there before we picked the vans up," Dola said, his face pale.
We all looked at him. I felt as though I couldn't breathe. Somebody, for some reason, put trackers in the vans. They had been tracking us the entire time. What if they were able to hear us talking too? I thought to myself. I suddenly felt like I was going to puke. "Lenora?" I heard a voice ask, pulling me out of my thoughts.
I looked at them to see them all staring at me. "Are you okay?" Evanna asked, her tiny body shaking from the cold.
I nodded and smiled. "Are you sure?" she asked, "You looked like you were gonna puke?"
I could see Blaze eyeing me out of the corner of my eye. Meanwhile, Virginia and both sets of twins were giggling behind their hands while Alex and Eliza looked bored. "Yeah," I said, "I'm fine. What were we talking about?"
"We were asking you to help us get the other two trackers out while Alex hides his tracker somewhere else," Eliza said in a monotone voice.
"Eliza!" Alex said, "Behave!"
Eliza rolled her eyes and put her hand on her hip. I smiled at them. "It's fine," I said, "She's right, I should be helping get those trackers out rather than sitting here, trying to figure out a way to get food"
Eliza's eyes widened and Alex failed at trying to hold back a laugh. Eliza glared at her brother before turning back towards the van and going back to digging at the tracker. Alex winked at me causing me to scoff. He just shrugged and ran into the forest. I sighed and looked down at the paper. I couldn't find a single source of food. That didn't matter though. The police had already found a way to catch us. That was the only thing worse than being tracked. Or even possibly being watched. There was nothing worse than being caught by the police.
A/N
Credit to HEEdwards for the drawing of Lenora
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