We land in front of the school. My best pin-point ever. I begin to walk in, but Morgan stops me.

"Did you forget? We need supplies." she says.

"Oh yeah. Or at least you do." I say.

"Oh no, we are getting real stuff." Devyn says.

"Fine." I say.

We head to a store and get some supplies. The school has no dress code, as long as the clothes have no writing. I get black clothes as well as a black hoodie and some black hair dye. I don't need people staring at my white hair. I will leave the scar. the more people stay away from me, the better. My left eye is already a deep shade of red from the curse, my right is green with gold. After we get a bunch of clothes, supplies, and backpacks, we all meet up at the front of the store.

"How are we going to pay for all of this?!" Jenifer asks.

"Don't worry. I got it." I say. I take my wallet out of my pocket, and hand each a hundred dollar bill to pay for the stuff.

"WHERE DID YOU GET THIS MONEY?!" Morgan asks.

"Sush! It's not real money, its my innocence. I whisper.

"You mean you can get anything and everything you want?" Devyn asks.

"Yup." I reply.

We each pay for out things and the cashier hands us out change. We tell her to keep the change, which is about twenty dollars each, and we head out.

"How are we going to carry this stuff?" Jenifer asks.

"We don't have to, just go to that ally behind the store." I say.

We go to the ally and I make a black comero out of innocence, an I hop in.

"I AM NOT GETTING IN A CAR WITH YOU!" Morgan yells.

The other two are staring at the car.

"Why not?" I ask, smirking.

"The smile tells it all!" she says, "And your not even eligible to drive. You're only thirteen!"

I make an innocence drivers licence and make it say I'm sixteen.

"But the licence says differently." I say, still smirking.

The other two get in the car.

"No way! Your supposed to be supporting me!" she says.

"Well be 'supportive,' and put the stuff in the trunk." I say.

She just growls, and uses telekinesis, to put the stuff in the open trunk. She opens the door to get in the front, but I stop her.

"It's safer in the back." I say, as I lock the front door.

She gulps and gets in the back. I then lock the doors in the back. They each look horrified when I lock the doors. Morgan tries to pen the door, but I don't let it open.

"No backing out!" I say joyfully smirking.

I speed off at speeds over 200 mph.

"THIS IS WHAT I WARNED YOU! SHE IS A SPEED DEMON!" Morgan yells at Devyn and Jenifer.

The other two have a look of horror as I laugh at their expressions. Cops try to chase us, but are soon out driven. I drive all around town. It's been forever since I had driven this fast. Then I abruptly stop at the school. They get out as fast as they can and begin panting.

"That. Was. AWESOME!" I yell.

"NO THAT WAS NOT 'AWESOME!' WE COULD HAVE BEEN KILLED BECAUSE OF YOU!"yells Morgan.

"You worry too much. I would never do anything to kill me." I reply.

I make the car disappear and catch the supplies. They calm down after an hour of 'Never agains' and such. I just laugh and drag them in. It is 7:00 PM. So we go to our rooms and get ready for school. Our rooms are side by side, and are made to fit one person. I make the dye for my hair, and dye it black. I then get in my bed and take out my innocence phone. I make three portals each leading to Devyn, Jenifer, and Morgan's bed, and drop three phones through. This will help us keep in touch, since they don't have golems yet. I immanently get a text from Jenifer.

'HI DRAGON HIIIII.' it reads.

'These phones are too keep in touch with each other, since you don't have golems yet. And there is no limit on apps you can have! So have fun!' I text to all three of them.

"KAY!' Jenifer texts back.

'Mk!' Devyn texts back about a minute later.

Morgan never texts back. I laugh, she is probably still mad at me. After two hours of black ops, Morgan texts me.

'I CAN HEAR THAT FROM MY ROOM! TURN IT DOWN AND GO TO SLEEP!' she texts.

'What are you, my mom?' I say.

I begin laughing and I turn off the game, and get in the queen sized bed. This may not be as bad as I originally thought. But it very well might be worse.

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