Sage's POV
There were three older looking kids, one decked out in all black.
Another pretty tall one with strawberry blond hair, maybe six feet give or take an inch or two.
The other was a girl who flew pretty close to the one in all black.
I noticed the other three and they looked a bit younger.
Two girls, one with coffee colored skin, the other with blond curls.
There was one boy. He looked related to the blond girl.
As soon as the girl in front saw me, she stopped.
"Who are you? And how old are you?" she began the interrogation.
I began, "I'm Sage, and I'm fourteen…" my voice trailed off.
"Angel, check her mind," said the oldest girl as she looked over to the little blond girl, maybe 6 or 7, who must be Angel.
Angel looked at me and began to focus intensely.
"She's clean Max. Actually, it may be wise if you let her join us. She's just escaped a place called the Institute. She could be helpful later on."
Note to self: be careful what you think around Angel.
"I'm Max, and this is Fang, Iggy, Nudge, the Gasman, and Angel."
The one called Iggy just hovered there, looking past me.
Then I realized he was blind. Iggy began whispering something to Fang.
Iggy's POV
"What's going on?" I asked Fang. I hated this.
The fact that I had to rely on other people's eyes, I mean.
Fang began, "She's tanned, and has green eyes. She's shorter than Max, about five foot six. Her hair is black, and kinda messy. She's wearing jeans, kind of tight fitting, black and purple checkered Vans, and a black t-shirt. Anything else you wanna know?"
I thought a second before answering, "Is she cute?"
Fang chuckled a bit to himself, "Yea she is, actually."
"Ok guys, we're gonna head back to Central Park, sleep in the trees again," said Max. "You can come too, Sage."
Then I smiled.