"Come on Omen, we're going to be late!"

My mother had not let either me or Auger go ten minutes without being checked on since the subway incident. It wasn't like there was anywhere for us to go, the press was camped outside of our house.

Now we had to go to school, and she was ridiculously anxious. I don't really know how Auger deals with it, because I'm ready to pull my hair out. As the second brother, I have none of the benefits Auger has; good looks, love from our parents, skill, etc, etc. I have all of the negatives.

Today was no exception. We had packed all of our things in advance (Auger's were of course neatly organized, while mine were thrown into my trunk haphazardly), but I still lingered. Home in the summer wasn't exactly a fun place to be, but it was more fun than school. The only time I ever really had fun was when Auger and I could sneak out and explore the city. It didn't really happen often. School was just an endless monotony of droning teachers and homework assignments. Come to think of it though, being stuck with teachers and homework was probably still better than being stuck in my bedroom with my nagging parents.

I finally dragged myself out of the house and crawled into the car sent from the sanctuary. On the hour drive, Mum quizzed both of us on safety precautions, the safe rooms, etc. I think I fell asleep once or twice, but Mum didn't notice nor care. When we finally got there, even Auger looked bored.

The entrance hall looked spectacular, and I had to work hard not to look impressed. They had expanded the school, adding new dorms and classrooms. Apparently they had also added onto the library. Never would be happy about that.

That reminded me. When would Never arrive? She had a talent of being "fashionably late", but occasionally she was on time. It seemed though, that the more important an event was, the later Never arrived.

Knowing Never, she would probably arrive at least a couple hours late, and claim plane issues. It wasn't that long of a drive, but her father insisted on traveling in style.

I pulled out my phone to see if I had any texts. I saw Never had posted a picture getting on the private jet an hour ago.

I sighed, she was probably getting coffee. It was way too early to be awake and out of bed. My phone buzzed as I started to put it into my pocket.

Never had texted.

Here

Where r u?

I smiled a little at the confused face he had sent me. She was early.

A lady called out my group, also Never's group, for testing. Right on time. I saw Never trot over to the front of the line and gave a little wave. I don't think he noticed me.

I sighed. I'm used to it. I don't know why I bother being used to it. I'm the younger brother, the one easily ignored. That's okay though, it's better than having the pressure to excel at everything.

With that happy though, I trudged into the exam room hopeful I would atleast pass.