(Me: I'm back from a prank from my sister here. But now, she needs my help renew the story called "High School Life" by chesca1023. Yeah, she's my sister. It's complicated, dude.

Irene: What's the password?

Me: *O_O* Password?

JN: *locks outside* HINT!

Me: *confused* What's going on? Anyway, enjoy! I have to know this situations around here. IRENE! OPEN THE DOOR AND LET JN INSIDE!

Irene: No way!)

DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN WILD KRATTS.

"Guys, where are you going?" asked Chris, coming into the living room one Saturday afternoon, and finding him getting ready to go out with an air of secrecy which excited his curiosity.

"Never mind. Little boys shouldn't ask questions." returned Martin sharply.

(A/N: Now if there is anything mortifying to our feelings when we are young, it is to be told that; and to be bidden to "run away, dear" is still more trying to us.)

Chris bridled up at this insult, and determined to find out the secret if he teased for a hour. Turning to Laura, their friend who never refused him anything for too long, Chris said coaxingly, "Then tell me! I should think you might let me go too, and I haven't got anything to do and I'm so lonely."

"We can't, Chris. Because you're not invited," began Laura, but Martin Broke in impatiently, "Now, Laura. Be quiet or you'll spoil it all. You can't go, Chris. So don't be a baby and whine about it."

"I'm not a baby anymore! I'm thirteen. You're going somewhere with Laura, I know you are; you were whispering and laughing together on the sofa yesterday and you stopped when I'm came in."

"Yes. We are; now be still and stop bothering."

Chris held his tongue, but used his eyes, and saw Laura slip a ticket into her pocket.

"I know! I know! You're going to the movies!" he cried.

"Just listen to me a minute, and be a good child," said Martin, soothingly.

"I'm not a child anymore. I'm already a teenager."

"Look. Mom doesn't wish you to go this week, because your eyes are not well yet to bear the light. Next week you can go with Aviva. She said she's taking a break from an activity last Monday in school and watch movie next week."

"I don't like that! I want to go NOW! Please let me, Martin. I've been sick staying this house, shutting up and I'm dying for some fun. Do it, I'll be ever so good," pleaded Chris, looking as pathetic as he could.

"I suppose we can take him. I don't believe your mother would mind, if we bundle him up well," began Laura.

"If he goes, I don't, and it will be very rude; after Koki invited only us to go and drag in Chris. I should think he hate to poke himself where he isn't wanted." said Martin crossly, for he disliked the trouble of overseeing a fidgety child when he wanted to enjoy himself.

"But Martin-" said Laura.

"No buts. Let's go now!" Martin cuts in, rising his voice.

His tone and manner angered Chris, who start to put his shoes on, saying in his most aggravating way, "I shall go, Martin. Says I may; if I pay for myself, Koki hasn't anything to do with it."

"You can't sit with us, for our seats are reserved, and you don't sit alone; so Koki will give you her place, and that will spoil our fun, or she'll get another seat for you, and that isn't the proper way when you weren't asked. You can't stir a step, so you just stay where you are." Scolded Martin, crosser than ever, having just pricked his finger in his fury.

Sitting on the floor with one shoe on, Chris began to cry and Martin was a reason for him. When Koki called, Martin and Laura went outside, leaving Chris wailing; for now and then he forgot his grown-up ways called over the banisters in a threatening tone, "You'll be sorry for this, Martin William Kratt. See if you care."

"I don't care! Let's go, Laura." said Martin, slamming the door.

Laura's POV

I nodded. I never seen Martin was so upset at his brother, he never gave a chance. I feel bad for Chris. Maybe he can't move on from all of that shouting at each other that I have no chance to speak at them, or maybe he had a revenge for his older brother. What would Chris do? Now I'm so scared at Martin, followed his orders like a dog. My senses are tingling, something bad will happen at the Kratt brothers.

(Me: Done typing, but still my siblings are so annoying. CAN YOU KEEP IT DOWN?!

chesca1023: *O_O*

Me: *O.O* What are you doing here, and please next time knock first before you came in. I thought you're a ghost.

chesca1023: WHAT?! Are you saying my hair annoys you?!

Me: Okay I gotta start running! RUN FOR MY LIVES! Review before my sister tackles me! DX