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I was sitting on my bed inspecting my wound the next morning when Allison came into my room saying there was something I had to see. That something will forever haunt me. Mom was gone and I didn't know how to react to that. I was pissed and sad and I didn't know how to react to those emotions. I was an orphan in a house with confusingly messed up house of "siblings" and a talking monkey. I sat at the table drinking from my mug of coffee thinking of ways I was going to kill those two assholes when Luther and Diego flooded into the room and sat down across from me, both of them eyeing me.
"What?" I asked bitterly.
"Five's missing." Diego said.
"No, he's not he's working on his damn save the world mission." I said.
"What?" Diego asked, utterly confused.
"We're gonna go find Five and you seem to know where he might be." Luther said.
"Which means you're coming." Diego said sternly.
"He left me, I don't want to see him until he apologizes." I said, taking another sip from my mug.
"Oh get over yourself let's go." Diego said rolling his eyes.
"Fine." I muttered, getting up from my chair.
_oOo_
"Why are you even freaking out at me? I told you he'd be around here somewhere." I asked, folding my arms.
"Well he obviously isn't here." Diego shot.
"How was I supposed to know the building was going to blow up?" I asked, throwing my hands up into the air.
"Well he's got to be around here somewhere." I said, walking into the library.
"And why would it be the library?" Luther asked.
"Becuase dumb ass, it's right next to the building that blew up." I said, shooting Luther a look.
"Come on let's split up so we can at least find him." Diego said, folding his arms.
"Gladly." I said, before walking off down the hallway.
Those two are ridiculous I'm telling you. All day I've had to deal with the I'm number one speeches and the I'm the better person for staying at the Academy. Those two just don't shut up. And of course it's my fault the building I thought Five was in was blown up and it's my fault that we can't find him now. Not to mention the fact that I've been getting weird stares all day for wearing my stupid uniform. People just piss me off sometimes, you know? I mean I was shot, literally shot and none of my siblings cared to stay at the house until I was okay. I mean I expected it from everyone else but I sure as hell never expected it from Five, never in a million years. But people change I guess and he's definitely not the same Five from when we were fifteen, well the first time we were fifteen.
