Chapter 4:
The minute we set foot in the gym, I heard my name being called. "Aria Wilson." I slowly shuffle up onto the stage. "Okay, now that we know you aren't as powerless as your cousin-"
"Watch it. Don't want the dragon coming out, do we?" I snap at Coach Boomer. He considers what I'm saying, and ultimately agrees with me. "Okay, what else can you do?"
"I can manipulate the cardiovascular system, i.e. your heart, veins, arteries, that sort of thing, and I can transmit any type of disease to anyone I want."
"Impressive." Coach Boomer writes something down on his clipboard. "Hero." 'Well there go my chances of being in sidekick class.'
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The rest of the day whizzes by and I find myself walking home from school to my aunt and uncle's house. "Aunt Gina! Uncle Trent! I'm home!"
My aunt sticks her blonde head from out of the kitchen doorway. She's covered in flour. Or...at least I think it's flour. "Hey Aria!"
"Hi Aunt Gina." I say putting my book bag on the table. "So...how did school go?" I sigh. "I'm in hero class." My aunt smiles, oblivious as to why I'm in hero class. "That's nice."
"Aunt Gina, I lost control. The dragon came out." Aunt Gina catches on and sighs. "Oh Aria. You didn't hurt anyone, did you?"
"I poisoned a boy named Lash."
"He was the one who was in on the plan to destroy the school, wasn't he?"
"Yeah. But, we got him to the nurse's office and Ron was able to calm me down." My aunt smiles again. "Good. Well, your uncle will be home soon. So why don't you help me in the kitchen. I just can't seem to get the hang of this recipe."
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The week, much like the first day, goes by in a blur. Lash invites me to his table everyday. So does Warren. I usually alternate between the two. Today, I'm free of those two, so I'm going to do what I want.
"Hey Phil." I say to the security guard as he pats me down. "Okay Aria. You're clear to go."
"Thanks Phil." I tell him as I walk into Maxville's High Security Prison. Sitting down at the table, I wait for someone. A woman with red hair and blue eyes sits down, followed by a man with black hair and green eyes. They're both wearing prison garb.
A sheet of bullet proof glass separates us and there's a phone on each side. I pick up the phone and the woman on the other side of the glass picks it up too.
"Hi Mom. Hi Dad."