A/N: Uh...yeah. Here's the next installment. I'm actually making it up on the spot. No romance yet!! Plz, review in the name of humanity...or should I say faries. :)

Eva

Chapter two: Short! Get in here!

I'm sitting in my cubicle. I have my computer on. It's recieving live feed from Roots office.

I check it for the billionth time. Nothing.

When is he gonna get here already?! The one day of my life that I'm actually EARLY, and he can't !!#!#!!BE here!! I can't stand waiting a second longer. I open a new tab and pull up a chat room. Half the guys are already there. Figures.

Troublemaker says: We've been waiting 4EVER! When's he gonna show?

Wargod says: I dunno. He'd better not take the day off!!

Troll-slayer says: I'll say! After all our hard work!

Ashes2Ashes says: He never does.

Flyboy says: If we does, I'll kill myself.

Troublemaker says: I won't. I'll kill whoever's next to me.

Wargod says: LOL! :)

Girlwarrior has entered the chat room.

Girlwarrior says: Better not do that. Cuz that'd b me. BTW, Your name is wierd Scott.

Troll-slayer says: That's not true! Lots of people r called Scott!!

Girlwarrior says: Your user name stupid!

Troll-slayer says: Watch who you're calling stupid! Remember the computer incident? "How do u turn it on?" Or "What's a cheque?"

Girlwarrior says: At least I can walk and talk at the same time ape face!

Troublemaker says: Break it up u 2.

Recon.jock has entered the chat room.

Recon.jock says: Hi everyone.

Girlwarrior says: Hi Jake!!

Ashes2Ashes says: Have u seen Beetroot?

Recon.jock says: Nope. That's actually what I was gonna ask u guys.

Girlwarrior says: Hey! How far of the ground do ya think Root'll jump when he c's his office? I'll bet 20 ingots on 6 inches!

Troublemaker says: I'll raise that 2 30 ingots on a foot.

Girlwarrior says: You're SO on!!

Ashes2Ashes says: I'll bet 30 on a foot and 2 inches!

Unappriciated/genius has entered the chat room.

Unappriciated/genius says: Get out of there! He's coming in the front entrance.

I close the chat room tab and look at the view screen. Roots office is still empty. One, I count. Two, three, four...The door on the screen opens and in walks Commander Julius Root. He takes one look and jumps. Damn! Trouble wins! He looks around again and then sticks his head out the door into the hall as if checking to see if it's really his office. Then he walks in, shakily, and collapses onto a frilly pink chair. It makes an odd crunching noise and falls to pieces, depositing him on the floor. He doesn't even bother getting up.

I wince. Ash's in trouble. His sister won't be to pleased.

I glance back at the screen. Root's still sitting there, and his face looks a very unhealthy shade of purple.

In the cubicle next to mine, Trouble's having hysterics, and I'm pretty close to it myself.

On screen, Commander Roots face suddenly becomes frighteningly composed. He reaches for the intercom button. Brushing away a lace doily in the process. He presses it and his voice suddenly booms through the loudspeakers. Making me jump. "SHORT! GET IN HERE!!" "Uh oh." I say. Why does he always blame me? An innocent...uh...evil mastermind. I get up slowly from my chair. "See you in the afterlife Trouble." I say glumly. "Yeah." He says. Grabbing my hand ad solemnly shaking it. "It was nice to know you. You've been a good friend." I walk slowly. Trying to savor my last moments, like a mudman trying to enjoy his last meal before the execution. But all to soon I reach Commander Roots office. The door slides open with a soft hissing sound. "SHORT!!" He shouts. "GET IN HERE THIS...oh, ther you are." I gulp andd step over the threshold. "What is it sir?" I ask. As if I don't know.

"WHAT IN FRONDS NAME DID YOU DO TO MY D'ARVITTING OFFICE?!" He roars. "Me?" I say, assuming what I hope is an innocent expression. "Yes you!" He roars. Causing me to jump to jump yet again. "And don't play innocent with me! I know you did it!" "But commander!" I say, "How could you possibly know it was me?" He doesn't answer. Instead, he pulls out a lace doily. Embroidered on it are the words: Happy Birthday Holly. Love grandma. I hit my head with my fist. "Ouch!" (Note to self: Stop hitting your own head. It hurts.) I just learned today that I'm very VERY stupid.

"Short," Says Root. "You're in ver big trouble." Damn!