With all the reviews, I could hardly stop typing! This chapter is shorter than the others, though. After this, the other Secret Scientists will come up, hopefully. So, please, read on, review, tuck in your shirt, eat your peas, and whatever you do...
do not stick your finger in a pencil sharpener!!!!!!!!!(Looooong story!)
As my mom sat down talking to Beeman and Cheechoo, my dad finally walked in. Like mom, his face showed that he was still trying to digest the fact that there was a giant airship blocking part of our driveway.
"Honey? Why is there-" he started, but then when he saw the odd doctors in the kitchen, he looked at me and asked, "Do I even want to know?" I shrugged.
"Believe me, I'm still trying to find out what the hell's going on."
"Language, missy." I rolled my eyes.
"Yeeeeeeeah… I'm gonna go to my room to do my homework. 'F you need me, just send me a witch message." I should probably explain a bit more about my abilities. One really cool thing is sending witch messages. What we do is mentally send someone a message instantly. Kinda like IMing, but even quicker. We also have Mage Sight, which is basically cat vision. Our eyes are better that most, and we have little to no trouble seeing in the dark. There's a lot more things we can do, but then I'd be explaining it to you night into the next morning.
Susie said that I could be a modern-day supergirl. After she told me that, I threatened to kill her in her sleep with a chainsaw, and I will do the same to anyone else who suggests that. Cause seriously: just picture that. I'm on a broomstick with a black robe and pointy hat. I see someone robbing the bank, and command them in the name of the Goddess to stop their horrendous work. I, like my mom, am a huge believer of the threefold rule: whatever you send out into the world will eventually come back to you threefold. But…no. Any who.
When I got to my room, I closed my door shut and said a spell for eavesdropping. (What, you thought I was really gonna do my homework? Ha! I did it all in study hall last period!)
"…Braedon Wolf? No, not that I know of. The Braedon Wolf is merely a cryptid originating from a spelled dog of the Woodbanes. Nothing Sumerian about it," I heard my mom say.
"A spelled dog?" sounded like Beeman.
"Yes. The Woodbanes, or at least the old ones, are the most vicious witch clan from the days of the great trials. They're all very powerful," that was my mom again, "But if that's all you wanted to ask me, you could have easily just talked over the phone." I could almost picture my mom squinting her eyes at them.
"Why did you come here?" I stayed as silent as I could. Aaah! The anticipation's frickin' killing me! I heard someone sigh heavily(most likely Beeman) and then finally talking!
"Cryptid sightings have for some unknown reason spiked record levels recently. Why: we have no clue," said Cheechoo, "We can barely keep up with all the activity. Dr. Grey's full up in her work, Professor Mizuki and his dog-tiger have their hands, claws , whatever full, and the Saturdays have their fair share. Heck, we barely even see Doc and Drew anymore." Wow. I wasn't sure if I liked where this conversation was going.
"What exactly are you suggesting?" My mom asked warily. It's very hard hard to keep anything from my mom. She's like empathic.
"Emera…how would feel about joining the Secret Scientists? Or, at least helping us out?"
Dun Dun DUUUUUUUUUUUUUN! please let me know what you think!
