Derrick looked up at the building; his new 'home' for the next year. He sighed and walked in through the door, looking at three people. "So... who do I end up with?" He asked, sitting down. Derrick started making symbols in the air that glowed for a second before dissipating. That was why he was here, wherever here is. At least he was cool in his white hoody. If it was dark, like that other kid's, he would be burning up; it was a hundred degrees or so outside. He pulled the hood off and laid back on the bench, closing his eyes and ending the symbols. On the front of his hoody was a large red cross. His jeans were wrinkly, like he slept in them, which he thought he did; he didn't remember.

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