Just when you thought it was safe to start writing again, the heavens open and pour down homework assignments by the kabillion, and just when you think you've swum to the top of the homework pile, another COUPLE OF TONS fall out the sky and DROWN YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!
I honestly feel like Sisyphus in that Greek myth.
*Meditates* Anyway, I'm in the Easter Holidays now, so I should get maybe another couple of chapters done.
If you don't know who Rex Boggs is, go look him up on the Disney wiki or something before you read this chapter.
Rex's POV (Kinda)
It's always hard being a teenager. It's even harder when you're uncle's an infamous criminal. Especially when said uncle had just gone and done a jailbreak.
Rex was on his way to school, the start of a new year. Invisible and hunched over, he crept along the pavement, dragging his canvas satchel behind him by its strap. The Gang were bad enough normally, but now? They had always taken advantage of the fact that everyone else stayed away from him. Not that Rex blamed his classmates. He was a pariah because of his uncle, and that was fine by him. He didn't deserve any better.
Ten metres from the school gate, he chickened out. He couldn't do it. It was bad enough normally, but now? He turned and fled.
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Boo
"Have you got everything?"
"Well if I haven't, it's a bit late now!"
Mary's mother laughed. "I guess."
"I have got everything, though."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes! Stop worrying."
"Well I'm sorry but that's what mothers do, and do you really think it's necessary to wear that shirt?"
Mary looked down. She was wearing a pink Jack Wills T-shirt. She saw nothing wrong with that.
"Shouldn't I be?"
"You could ruin it!"
Mary blinked. "It's supposed to be a music camp where we play music and perform symphonies,not some military hard-core boot camp! I highly doubt anything is going to happen to it."
"Hmph."
"Seriously, it will be fine."
"If you say so. Have you packed your trumpet?"
"Squished up right next to the, um, toiletries."
"Are you sure that's sanitary?"
Mary growled. "It's in a fli- a case for pity's sake! And anyway, that's the only place it fits, it's all cubically measured!"
"What?"
"It's the only way to fit everything in. Why I can't have my instrument separately, I don't know..."
"I don't want you to drop it!"
Mary closed her eyes and leaned back against the wall. "Fine... yeah... whatever..."
Her mother glanced at her watch. "Well, you'd better be going now. So nice of Tessa to provide transport..."
"Mmm, yeah, can I go now?"
"Isn't that what I just said?"
"Was it?"
"Yes!"
"Oh, okay. Bye, then."
"Bye!"
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They had been driving for an hour before Mary said anything. Even then she was reluctant to speak. Long car journeys made her tired, and there was nothing she would have liked to do more than to drift off, but she had far more important things to do.
"So where are we going?"
Tess sighed. "I have a manor house in the English countryside."
"Wait, what? England? Why England? What is this English … thing?!"
The corner of Tessa's mouth quirked upward. "Thing?"
"Yes, thing. It's like I can't get away from the country!"
Tessa smiled.
"So we're going to an airport? I don't have my passport!"
"Don't worry." Tessa waved something at her. She grabbed it.
"Aurora McParland, born December 14th..." Her voice trailed away.
"Fake ID. You can never be too careful. I'll be Levana Jones, seclusive landowner."
"You really think we'll need it?"
"Well, if not everything goes according to plan, you may end up staying with me for longer than expected. We need to cover our tracks in case the police or your parents happen on the off-chance to check with the airports."
"You're going to kidnap me?"
"Hopefully not."
There was a pause, then, "Where did you even get this stuff?"
Tessa laughed. "I'm a secret agent, Boo, where do you think?"