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I took a deep breath while a bunch of teens gasped.
“We’ve got to get to Paris,” Noel whispered loud enough for all of us to hear. “There has to be answers there.”
No one responded.
We drove in silence except for the occasional banter over the paper map that we had been using to navigate.
I sat up front with Thomas beside me, right behind James.
“I really thought that was it.” I broke the silence as I thought out loud.
“Hm?” Thomas turned to me.
“My Flair. I thought I was going to get it when I fixed the bus.” I sighed. “I mean it makes sense right? I work on cars all the time. I could practically build one myself.”
Thomas looked out the window as he thought. “Our Flair’s are who we are, right? Maybe that’s not who you are.”
“But that’s the only thing I like. How could I be something I don’t know?”
“Maybe that's supposed to be part of the adventure. Finding who we are.”
Josiah jumped up behind us. “Well, call me a pickle and embroider that on a pillow!” He sat back down in his chair as Thomas and I rolled our eyes.
“Yours is art, right?” I leaned forward to James who didn’t take his eyes off the road, but nodded.
I reached into the bag beside his chair pulling out a notebook. “Are these your drawings?”
“Let’s not look at that.” James reached behind him, attempting to swipe the sketchbook from me, but I sat back down in my chair, out of his reach.
Flipping through the book, I skipped over drawings of everyone’s Pendants, landing on a picture of a girl. I stared at the picture for a moment, trying to figure out who it was.
Suddenly, I remembered. Looking towards the back of the bus, I matched the picture to a girl who had her head pressed against the window.
“Oh boy.” I chuckled as I sat back down in my seat, turning to other pages, to find more drawings of the same girl.” Alright, James, what’s going on?” I smirked while leaning forward, showing him the drawing I found.
He grabbed the sketchbook from me, showing it back into his bag.
“Mhmm,” I prompted him.
“Nothing,” he replied quickly.
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“Absolutely not.” He tightened his grip on the wheel as he swerved around more crashed cars.
“Oh bro, listen. You just got to go talk to her.” Thomas encouraged him. “I mean, we really don’t know what is going to happen at any point. No regrets, right?”
“Trust me, man. Not going to happen.” He refused to take his eyes off the road.
“Leave it to us then.” I smirked.
“No. Neither one of you are going to do anything. You hear me? Forget you ever saw anything.”
I saw back holding my arms in an “I surrender” pose.
But Thomas and I continued smiling, knowing we had come to a silent agreement.
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