An adventure I'd like to forget.

Nee~ It's me, Massy! This, uh, isn't a very fond adventure for me or Washy. But it's…something… I'm going to use first person, just to prove that I can!

After crashing the meeting the meeting, I wasn't allowed to even LOOK at my books. But I somehow convinced Dad to let me study as an exchange student. That-mind you- was really hard, seeing how much trouble we were in after the little "incident". But I wanted to stay with my favorite sibling out of fifty; apparently there was a bully who had it out for her there, so I had to go. I mean- seriously- what else was I gonna do? Anyways, me and Washy had this totally boring class next and neither of us really wanted to go. As we passed over a spot on the tile flooring, I heard a shallow "clunk" which was odd seeing how everywhere else went "clack". I stopped; I lightly tapped my high heel on the spot again "clunk". Was it hollow? Or just moss under the tile?

"Nee~ Washy! Come here!"

Washy looked around "Eh? What is it?" She asked; I grinned so hard she told me my Nantucket started dancing

"Nee~ I think it's hollow! Maybe there's something down there!"

Alex gave me a sympathetic smile "Oh Massy, it's probably nothing."

But my curiosity wasn't going to stop "But I wanna check it out! C'mon, why don't we skip Mr. Johnson's US history class? We were THERE, our grades won't get effected! He's so boring!" Alex seemed to ponder it over until I unleashed the master puppy dog eyes on her "Ple-e-e-e-ease~?"

She caved "Okay."

I beamed; I started to pull out a small lightbulb, an outta ink pen, some wires, springs and a battery.

"Massy? What are you doing?" Washy asked.

I glanced up and replied, "I'm making a laser to cut through the tile."

Alex bent down and lifted the tiles "Or we could use the fake grout trenches."

I flushed "Or we could do that…" We climbed down, eager to see what lay below; a minute later we came up again, mentally scarred. "I didn't think the janitor did that stuff with that mop…" We shuddered; suddenly, Mr. Johnson's class didn't seem so bad…

We hurried to our History class and listened to him drone on and on, but we didn't complain. We were a tad bit busy trying to scrub the image from our minds. I eventually had to go home, though I would miss Washington, I was glad to get away from that school.

"So, how'd it go?"

"Good, great, awesome; don't ask." Worst. School experience. EVER.

After dad heard about us skipping, we got into some pretty serious trouble. Three more weeks without my babies… and three more weeks of no Washy. Fun. At least we had our phones and Uncle Canada's place (Pancakes with homemade maple syrup, greatest thing since the lightbulb). But for some strange reason, that spot was resealed when Washy went back to it (though I wonder why she would even THINK about going there.) now we just need a new adventure. Maybe with Missouri or somethin'. But I digress, weird experience; never want to do it again. Ever. I mean EVER. It was just…Ew. Just ew.

Washy here… yeah, definitely not one I'd want to relive. I had just gotten that image out of my head, Massy! Anyway, as to why I went back… well, I was going to use it as a torture device… but I'm even more glad that it's sealed. No one, and I mean NO ONE needs to see that.

Dad also took my movies away… no games or movies. Guess I really will have time to read them books, huh?