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Hunter: Doctor's Orders

He took one step into the room and his eyes found Amy and I. He didn’t need any confirmation, after all, the other students stood at the back of the room, farthest away from us as they could be. Joseph joined them, and the three in my head jeered at him.
Pretty boy ain’t so tough now, is he? No, he ain’t!
That kid’s an idiot, he oughtta protect his pack, not shun them—
He don’t have no pack, Tim! We got pack, he got friends. ’nd Carlie and Amy are in our pack!
Yes, Mack, they are in our pack. Hey, I rhymed!
Dude, rhyming is so cool—!

I screamed in my thoughts, SHUDDUP, WILL YA?! Apparently, they heard me, because they fell silent as Doc walked in a circle around us two, examining every visible inch of our bodies. For what, I have no clue. Mrs.Worn sat in her chair and stared, too, but she must’ve seen nothing, for she just said to Doc, “Do you want them?” "I don’t see why not. I always teach the specials, don’t I, Mrs.Worn? ""That you do, Doctor." It was friendly banter, I saw, as they decided our fate.

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