hey i'm back with a sequel.. quizilla made it so that i can now use my mac to publish my stories so they're coming more often now =] tell me if you think i portray Peter wrong... it's been a little bit since i read the shadow of the hegemon so i'm goin to reread it
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"Hn." I was still somewhat frustrated with Sanders.
"Take it in. You live here now."
"Where exactly am I staying?" I asked, slowly closing my eyes. The sun was so bright I almost forgot about it.
"Well at first I thought about putting you into a dorm room. You wouldn't have a roommate of course," My eyes opened and I glared at Sanders. "but that would be a huge adjustment and I don't think your ready to hang out with college kids from the future."
"Where exactly am I staying?" I slowly repeated, he was beating around the bush. He took a deep breath and sighed.
"The Wiggins are a nice family as you know, and their son and daughter left, and you would be closer to watch Peter…" he trailed off, waiting for my explosion. Instead I kept my cool and watched him from the corner of my eye. I closed my eyes again and thought about it. I was obviously the replacement for Valentine; the IF was trying to make up for taking away two of their children.
"Fine." He let out a sigh of relief. "I suppose you have clothes for me, right?" He took another deep breath. I glanced out the window of the passenger seat.
"Shopping is a good way for bonding with your new guardian." I crossed my arms and closed my eyes.
"Sanders," I started uneasily, "does anyone know how… old I am?"
"No, ifanyonefound out it would cause a riot in the media."
"Not even the Wiggins?"
"No one." There was a long pause. I started dozing off.
"How much longer until we get there?" I asked.
"We're here." I got out of the car. I smiled to myself.
"Sanders you are a horrible driver you know that?" I said, finally looking up at him. He looked at me for a second the started walking up to the door. He rang the doorbell and turned to me.
"Be on your best behavior. The parents are excited." I put on a fake smile.
"I'm shocked, you think I'm going to get into trouble?" Before he could answer a boy opened the door. He had blond hair and icy blue eyes. He looked bothered. He glanced at Sanders IF jacket and grunted.
"I'm making a delivery." Sanders said. I snorted. The boy looked at me with a blank stare. He moved out of the way to let us in. Talk about manners.
After we were inside, a woman walked in with a warm smile. She looked like god had just given her a gift. I put on an uneasy smile. Why am I nervous all of a sudden? I stuffed my hands in the pockets of the sweatpants I was wearing.
"I'm sure you've met Peter." She looked at Peter expectantly. Suddenly Peter was so nice.
"Oh, I'm so sorry I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Peter and you must be Christina." He stuck out his hand. I looked at him like he mutated for a second, but just as soon as the look came, it went. I put on a fake smile and shook his hand.
"Please call me Chris." I said with my fake smile still on.
"Chris, dear, would you like something to eat? Or would you like to see Greensboro?" Peter's mother chimed in.
"I would love to see the town if I can." I said.
"Wonderful," she said, "Peter why don't you go drive around Chris here and show her some places. You can maybe show her the college."
"Of course mom." He said with a smile. The smile suddenly looked somewhat creepy. He stood up and motioned for me to follow him. Sanders looked at me with a look that said 'don't screw this up.' I sighed and followed Peter.
We got into the car. It looked nicer than any car I had seen before but this was probably not that special in this century. He locked the doors and backed out of the driveway.
"So what do you want to see in Greensboro?" he asked. I looked out the window.
"Cut the crap, Peter." I quietly said. From a friendly smile, his face changed into a blank stare. He drove into a parking lot. It was next to some sort of park. He got out of the car. I quietly followed.
"What exactly does the IF want to know?" he said as more of a demand than a simple question. He started walking into the woods near the park. I stuffed my hands into my pockets.
"I don't know." I sounded more convincing than I thought I would.
"Don't lie." He seethed. I looked up at him. His face was twisted with anger.
"I'm the replacement." Its part of the truth, I mean there's no need to go telling him that I'm a spy for the IF.
"We don't need a replacement. Just go back to your family. Unless the IF finds it entertaining to see how you turn out." He turned to look at me. I let my hair fall in my face so he couldn't see it.
Ya, we both wish I could go back to my mom and friends.
"As long as it makes your parents happy." I mumbled.
"They know don't they?" he said, his voice rising a bit. I looked up at him with fake confusion.
"What are-"
"Locke, Demosthenes!" He almost shouted. I sighed.
"Listen, I-"
"Why didn't I see this coming? I didn't think they needed to send a spy in to watch me this close!"
"Peter, can you-"
"And of course now that Valentine's gone you can come and screw things up!"
"Shut up Peter!" I finally yelled. "I was given a job, okay? I have nowhere else to go so just shut up!" I turned around and went to go sit down on the swing in the park. I slowly pushed myself back and forth.
