Me: This is NOT A DRABBLE FIC! This is just a VERY SHORT opening to a story that's been sitting in the back of my mind for about a month. There be OCs all over the place, so if you actually want to contribute your OC, I welcome requests.
I DO NOT OWN THE SECRET SATURDAYS. SLAM!
Click.
Zak Saturday slammed himself down on his bed and covered his head with his pillow, letting out an exasperated yell.
Flashback, 2 minutes ago.
"Zak, you start tomorrow and that's that!" Doc yelled. His son glared at him.
"So I can't go on missions, instead I have to go to school? Were you two ever kids?!?" He yelled back.
Fiskerton and Komodo stood back, knowing that interfering with this would be a death wish in itself.
"Yes, Zak, we were. And we know how much of life you'll miss if you don't have friends!" Drew this time.
"UGH!" Zak growled. "You're so annoying! Thanks for ruining my life!" He ran off straight to his room.
"Yeah, you're welcome!" He heard from behind him. The door slammed shut, clicking as it locked. Zak plopped on is back and coved his face with his pillow, yelling into it.
END FLASHBACK
He sighed.
School.
Girls.
Homework.
Everything an eleven year old boy SHOULDN'T know about.
But everything he was about to learn about.
SIGH
I should be updating soon. My first few OCs enter in the next chapter. Review with constructive criticisim PLEASE!