"Fine." I rolled my eyes, wheeling backwards, only to be stopped by Em who had grabbed the handles of my wheelchair and began pushing me. 
"Do you think you can run if we need to? Not like we'd get far. But we could try." Em whispered in my ear, leaning down nonchalantly so she wouldn't look suspicious. I nodded as she stood back up. "Good. Now lets see what Isy's talking about." She began to wheel me along with the others. 
Behind us, Sam and the others were pushing their chairs into the tables, following right on our heels. Isy never slowed her pace, confident we were right behind her, which we were. 
"Where do you think we're going?" I asked to anyone who was listening.