Another Screwy
Disclaimer:
I know, I know. I
start fics, but I don't finish them. Don't worry, I SWEAR (Every damn day. ^_^)
that SOMEday, they will all be finished.
What are you talking
about, girl? You'll never finish them!
Yes I will!
No, you won't!
That's it.
DIIIIIIIEEEEEEE!!! *tackles herself*
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Okay, sorry about
the, uh, interruption *glares at herself* Anyway, HERE is the disclaimer:
I don't own these characters. It's as simple as that. Please don't sue me, I
don't have anything except a few trillion dollars in... uh, oops. Don't sue me.
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"Seth, volume
one, volume two, volume three and... Tuthmosis? How did you get up here? Oh,
well."
A girl stood on a
ladder leaned against a bookshelf. She flipped her blue-black hair back and
stacked the other books on the shelf. She wore a black button-up shirt with
rolled up sleeves and black pants.
The girl slid down
the ladder, picked it up, leaned it against the opposite shelf, climbed up, and
placed the book in its rightful place.
"God, Anya, I
wish I was as smart as you." Came a mocking feminine tone with a British
accent.
"Wh-AHH!"
The girl, being startled, fell off the ladder and onto the floor, breathing
hard.
"For the love of
God, mother! Don't *do* that to me!" She girl cried out from the floor.
Evelyn O'Connell
chuckled and helped the girl to her feet. "Sorry, Anya, darling."
The girl shook her
head in mock annoyance. "You were always the clumsy one."
"Have I told you
that story?"
"Yes, mother.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a lot of work to be getting along with."
"Ah, yes.
Sorry."
"Thank
you."
"Oh, your
brother is coming home from London today."
The girl dropped the
books she had just picked up. "Alex?!"
"Well, yes,
Alex. What other brother do you have, Anya?"
Suddenly, Rick walked
through the museum door. "Honey, oh hello Anya, honey, we have to get
going."
"Where are you
going?" Anya asked suspiciously.
"To bail
Jonathan out of the police department again. It seemed he got drunk and caused
another riot..."
"Ah." Anya
said and returned to her books.
Rick put his arm
around his wife and led her to the door. As they exited, Anya heard her mother
say, "She's getting to look more and more like her every day."
Anya just shook her head and brushed her hair behind her ear. That wasn't the first time she had heard that comment from either of her parents, and when she asked them what it meant, they became momentarily deaf. So now she just dismissed it.