A/N: I know I have other stories I need to be working on… but I've hit a bump in the road… with both of them. So until I manage to sort it out… I'm afraid I'll be writing this. But I promise I'm trying my hardest to get the others updated ASAP!
Disclaimer: I don't own TF2. It belongs to the wonderful Valve.
Challenge: Because I'm apparently "CRAZY!" I feel like doing a few challenges as the story progresses. So, ok, this is an easy one! Can anyone guess what classes the parents are? Leave your answer if you choose to review!
Mann Academy
Danielle was sitting at her bedroom desk when her mother burst in. Despite having an 'Enter and you risk being shot!' sign in bright red letters pinned to her bedroom door, everyone seemed to take no notice of it. It seemed nowadays nobody bothered to knock either.
"Danielle, have you not packed yet?" Her mother asked. Danielle looked back at her through her mirror.
Her mother was still in her uniform, and it looked like she had just got back from work. Her hair was all tangled were she had been sweating in her mask all day, and her suit was covered in blood.
"No, why are we going on holiday? Or are you bunking me off to another relative again?" Danielle asked blankly. She had grown apart from her mother a long time ago, and rarely wanted to speak with her.
She wasn't the daughter her mother wished she had. She wasn't into make-up and boy bands, but instead was into sports and technology.
"For god's sake, has your father not told you?"
"I haven't seen him all day, so no."
"For heavens… Look, just hurry up and pack your suitcase. Your train's due to arrive in half an hour and you are not going to miss it!" She then turned around and walked out of the door, leaving her daughter rolling her eyes.
"You still haven't told me where we're going!" Danielle called after her.
"School! So pack enough clothes and underwear! And your study books!"
"What school?"
"The new school that Mann Co. opened now hurry up! You don't have all day!"
Danielle shut the door and stood still, staring blankly into space.
'Mann Co. opened a school? Why didn't I hear of this?' She thought.
She picked up her mobile and scrolled through the contacts; landing on the one labelled 'The Best Friend' and clicked the call button.
XxxxxX
Charlie had just finished packing his extra large suitcase and was now sitting on it to try and keep it shut, when his phone rang in his pocket. He clicked the accept button and brought it to his ear.
"Yo, Dani. What's up?"
"Have you heard?"
"Is it about Mann Co.?"
"Yeah…"
"And is it about a school?"
"Yeah…"
"And is it about you being sent to that school?"
"Yeah…"
"Then yes, I heard about it."
"How? I only just found out!"
"I hacked into the system."
"Ah… I thought you would. Are you going?"
"Yeah, we've both been put in the same academy!"
"Academy, what?"
Charlie was about to explain when his father called him from downstairs.
"Look, Dani, I'll tell you when we get to the train station. I gotta go right now, ok?"
"But I need to-"
"Bye Dani! See you in a bit!" Charlie then hung upon his friend and raced down stairs to the kitchen.
"Hey, what's up dad?"
"Have you packed?" His father asked. He was still wearing his overalls and his tools were still at his waist, in the belt. The goggles he always wore were now strapped to the top of the hard, yellow helmet.
"Yeah, I just finished."
"Checklist: Clothes?"
"I've got enough for 2 weeks."
"Jammies?"
"I packed 12 pairs."
"Underwear?"
"Must I say?"
"Study books?"
"Obviously! Anything else you want to check?"
Charlie's father gave a smirk. "Got your toothbrush?"
Charlie's face went blank. He quickly turned around and raced up the stairs, and into the bathroom. He took his toothbrush into his room, un-zipped the suitcase and watched as everything burst out and flew all over the room.
He gave a frustrated sigh and threw the toothbrush in the now empty suitcase.
XxxxxX
Danielle dragged her suitcases and her bags down the stairs, most of them tumbling down and landing with a crash.
"Danielle Kimberly! Be quiet will you!" Her mother shouted.
"Well if you actually helped me, maybe I wouldn't make all the noise!" Danielle called back.
"Don't start with the back chat, missy!"
Danielle turned away and opened the front door. "It's a boring conversation anyway, so whatever."
She grabbed her mother's car keys off the hook by the door and unlocked it. It was a BMW M-5 convertible, spray painted pink. The interior was all pink as well, with two pink dice hanging from the rear view mirror.
Danielle felt like she wanted to be sick every time she saw it, and was always embarrassed when she had to go to school in it, since her mother always passed it on the way to work.
She felt more comfortable in her father's camper van, but his work place was further away than her mothers, and he usually worked nights, so Danielle rarely ever saw him.
Today, however, he was scheduled to come home. But he was late, and if he didn't come soon, she would have to drive with her mother to the train station.
As she slowly opened the boot of the car, her phone vibrated in her back pocket. She answered it, relived to hear her father's voice at the other end.
"Hey princess," He said.
"Hey dad, where are you?"
"Well, I kind of got caught up in a bit of a traffic jam and-"
"Say no more," Danielle interrupted. "Can you be here in 10 minutes?"
"I'm right around the corner!"
"Yay, please hurry because I do not want to drive in mums car!" Danielle than hung up and took the bags out of the boot of the car, slammed it shut and waited on the pavement.
When her father's camper van finally appeared, a smile of relief flooded her face. She picked up her bags and ran towards the parking space, ready to throw them in the back of the van.
XxxxxX
When Charlie finally loaded the last bag into the back of his fathers Mitsubishi Barbarian pick-up truck, he received a text message from Danielle.
Help… Mum and Dad are arguing again! What do I do?
He text back, Remind them about the train station.
His father then came out and Charlie threw him the keys.
"All done, kiddo?" He asked.
"All done, dad," Charlie said happily.
"Good, come on. Get in the truck, we're late."
"Yeah sure," Charlie's phone then vibrated again, and he opened the text message.
Thanks, Charlie-boy. They shut-up! See you at the train station! :)
"Who's that, son?" His father asked.
"No-one… it's just… uh… Danielle… she, uh…"
"You two are talking more and more frequently. Her parents applied for her to come to this new academy too, I take it?"
"Yes."
"That's nice," He said, but with not one expression of happiness on his face. He didn't even look interested.
"Yeah, dad," Charlie understood why his father's usual good mood had now suddenly disappeared.
It was all due to the fact that his father and Danielle's parents both work for the Mann brothers, except Charlie's father worked for one and Danielle's parents worked for the other.
That fact alone made Charlie nervous, since he knew people who worked for Redmond Mann and people who worked for Blutarch Mann had never got along. And now he was going with his father to the train station, and Danielle and her parents were going to be there.
He picked up his phone and sat in the back, with his bags. When his father questioned him, Charlie just said he was going to hold onto his bags to make sure they wouldn't fly out.
What he was actually doing was dialling Danielle's 'other' phone number.
XxxxxX
Danielle sat in the back of her fathers van, holding onto her bags to make sure they don't slide about. She was always forced to sit in the back, since there was no space in the front when her mother joined them.
She didn't mind though, because her father would let her fold out the bed and read a magazine on the journey.
"Yo, Dad?" She called.
"Yes, sweet?"
"Do you… uh… still do that thing?"
"What thing, honey?"
"You know that thing with the… jars and stuff." She knew she shouldn't ask the questions in front of her mother, but she figured if she was going somewhere and Mann Co. owned it, then she needed to take extra care. No chances.
"Danielle, please don't ask such disgusting questions! You know he does." Her mother shouted.
"Amelia, just let her finish the damn question! I understand why she's asking it anyway," Her father sighed.
"No, Richard! It's horrible!"
"Actually, it's what most of us in this class do!"
"Yes, well it's disgusting and vile!"
"You know what'll be nice?" Danielle asked. "If you two would just shut it!"
Danielle's parents both ignored her.
'Maybe being bunked off to this "academy" won't be so bad after all…' She thought.
Her phone then rang and the screen read "Emergency". She quickly got up and slid the panel that divided the driver and the passenger to the rest of the van, back into place.
Her parent's voices became loud mumbles, but since there was nothing else that would block the noise, Danielle shrugged and hit the answer button.
"What's wrong Charlie?"
"Have you not noticed that we're both going to the same train station?" He asked, the wind making terrible noises in Danielle's ear.
"Yeah, you told me earlier."
"Well are you with your parents?"
"Want proof?" And without waiting for Charlie to answer, she placed her phone towards the panel.
"I'll take that as a yes then."
"Why do you want to know this stuff anyway?"
"Well, I think I'm gonna say… 'Code: Bloodbath'," Charlie whispered.
"Not bloodbath, please, anything but bloodbath."
"I'm afraid so."
"But... why?"
"Think about it… there's a bunch of teens and all of there parents work for the twins. Most of them are meeting at the central train station, and that goes to every location that Mann Co. owns… Hell, I think they own the stations. And what do you expect is gonna happen, for all of them to greet each other and say 'Hey Tommy, long time, no see'? No, they're gonna form teams and murder each other."
"Well that's brilliant." Danielle said, sarcasm hitting every syllable. "And we're all gonna get caught up in the middle of it. But wait… won't they need their guns?"
"Yeah…"
"Well I'm sitting in the back of my dad's van… and I don't see his rifle… or his kukri."
"That's suspicious… I can't see my dad's shotgun. They must've hidden them!"
The van suddenly stopped and Danielle jolted forward. "Hey, looks like I'm here! I'll see you in a sec, ok?"
"Sure, I'll be about 5 minutes."
"Gotcha, I'll see you then!" She then hung up and threw her phone on her bag. She stood up and slid the panel away.
"Come on, I thought you said I don't have all day!"