Well, first off, I couldn't find a quote for this chapter. I was actually considering using the one I had before, but it seemed too common. I want to seize the day-with quotes... I guess. I think I really lost that whole seize the day feeling. But you'll understand... later.

Okay, Ferb is telling me to start the story quick. We don't know how much time we have left. So I'm going to try to be as enthusiastic as I was back then, and put myself in the same thoughts as before, not the new ones about-well you'll find that out too.

Here I go...

It was the first day of school after our Winter Vacation. So it was around January...hum, January... 5th, Ferb says it was January 5th. He also said he would like some apple tart (apparently tart is more Englishy then pie.) But to get to the point.

It was really cold. Like -1,000 degrees. Fine, not -1,000 degrees but really really cold. And I was waiting for the school bus... with Ferb. But I didn't care. I kept talking about a project idea. Even though it was school time, Ferb and I always loved to do projects and inventions, after finishing our homework…sometimes.

Apart from the cold, it was looking like a pretty normal day. We waited a little while until Isabella came to join us. She was our neighbor from across the street. Isabella always came to see what we were doing. She was our friend. My friend… We were just friends.

You know, I wasn't actually thinking that. Ferb and I are just stuck with this stupid typewriter and it doesn't let you erase. Unless I want to erase this and start all over again. Actually, come to think of it, a few mistakes won't hurt, would they Ferb. Ferb is rolling his eyes. He's been doing this more often lately.

Anyways, I could go into detail about what happened on that day. Not a lot of it was important. I guess. Except lunch. Maybe… I guess. It went a little something like this.

I was eating this cheeseburger. It was actually pretty good. The cheese was just right, not like those times when it gets all over your hands. The meat could have been a little less cooked though, it literally looked like cardboard. But I mean that wasn't a problem, I was already thinking of making something that instead of cooking something, would un-cook it. Come to think of it actually, I don't know for what else I was going to use it though.

The table was unusually quiet. It was a Thursday, so it was only Me, Ferb, Baljeet, and Iz- Isabella. It was probably the absence of Buford. I started to talk.

"So, how are your days going so far?"

"Fine," Ferb said quietly.

"Not fine at all!" Baljeet moaned, "My history teacher wants me to do this research paper on magic in the Middle Ages! It is unbearable! Magic didn't exist, it was just to gain control of the people and manipulate them with fear! This talk about warlocks and witches and magicians just irritates me! UGH!"

"I'm sure it will be fine Baljeet, don't worry," I turned to Isabella, 'What about you Isabella?"

Isabella wasn't listening, although she had a huge smile on her face. I thought that the answer was probably yes, she was having a good day. Although now I know that that wasn't really the case.

You know what? My opinion now is messing with me and its being really annoying. Why did I put this in anyways? You know what, I'm going to give this to Ferb.

My brother is being an aggravating git and is not giving out the information that we needed in the little amount of time we have.

Fine. If I knew you were going to insult me, I wouldn't have given this to you.

But he is right, I need to get on with this story, I don't have much time.

It was after school and Ferb and I were walking home. Ferb and I usually are on the soccer team but the season just ended. We were also going to have an inventor's club that was looking really interesting. But today, Ferb just wanted to get home. I didn't blame him. It was cold, and crisp. But not the good crisp you know, the bad crisp. The one where you feel your lip is going to bleed any second now. But I still tried to be optimistic. That was who I was.

"So Ferb, during lunch I had this idea. You know how we can cook things, right? But we can't see to un-cook things. Thats why we should make an invention that can un-cook things. It could cook things off or make them just slightly less cooked."

Ferb rolled his eyes. See? I told you he did that a lot.

"Maybe your right. In this weather, maybe we don't want to cool things off. What people want to do is to heat things up, you know, make themselves warm and cuddly."

"Any ideas for that?" Ferb asked, with a sly grin on his face.

I laughed, "Oddly enough, no. But don't worry, I'm Phineas Flynn, I can always think of something."

"Phineas! Phineas! Wait up!"

I turned around and saw Isabella run up to us, followed quickly by Buford and Baljeet.

"Hi Isabella! Guys!" I smiled brightly.

"Where'd you two think you're goin'?" Buford asked.

"Oh we're just walking home."

Isabella slided against me, "Mind if we join you?"

I smiled, "Not at all!"

"Why are you going home so early?Your missing out on the best ting in your life: school!" Baljeet exclaimed, confused.

"Well Ferb and I, we don't have soccer anymore and so we—Woah."

"What is that?"

"I really do not think this is safe. We should probably turn around."

"Really Baljeet? Now's da time ya gonna be a wuss?"

I don't know how I missed this house before, maybe we had taken a wrong turn, or just taking the long way home. It was a weird house. It looked like a destroyed mansion, like you could still see little pieces of its gold and while lining in all the rubble. Moss was climbing up it, stopped by the broken tiles from the floor.

I went closer.

"Lets go in."
You know those moments? Like in horror movies where the person enters the basement even when they know that there is going to be a monster behind it thats going to eat all of them up?

This was not one of those moments.

This was a moment that was going to be 10 times worse.

I could say sorry, huge writer's block.

But that won't mkae up for this wait.

Hopefully the next chapter will come a little sooner.