Welcome to the next installment of Planet Hive!

Jinx: Hate you.

Me: Meh.

Kyd:….

Me: Don't look at me in that tone of voice….

Recap:

But back to the point, the feeling that told me to write that, is also telling me to say that it won't be the best income for me, the team, or the world. And yes, this will sound cheesy, but he wrote, just two words.

I'm leaving.

Present

WH-what? Why? Why now? Nonononononononono! Why do you have to leave me now? Brother, don't-

"I will chain you to the bed!" he looked a bit shocked. Hah! Take that.

"I don't want you to leave!" I whined.

I have to go, I promise I'll be back as soon as I can. It's important.

Don't care, I will hex you into oblivion. Who's gonna help me keep the order around here eh? Damn it Kyd, who's gonna help me steal shit! Well, I still have the others but they're no the same! HE gave me a quick hug before poofing away.

"Goodbye," I whispered, then sat there moping in a small depression.

Wednesday

10:00am

Bed of pain and loneliness

This really sucks, I don't even know where he went. Hopefully he will be okay. Wonder how the others will take his absence. Poor SeeMore, he won't have his other idiot to be stupid with. Damn! Billy still needs to fix the bathroom door. Blast…..

!0:15 am

Stupid bathroom

At least we're actually the Hive Five now, but I guess it was better with seven members, even if people thought we couldn't count….. Ah well, wonder if they'll be up to any raids to keep their minds off it.

Oh well, I did my make up and hair to the best of my ability-which sucked- then ambled down the stairs to eat.

10:30 am

Kitchen

As I walked in, I got hit with a ton of depression, not even Gizmo was up to cussing out anyone of us today. This sucks…. They were all eating in silence, maybe he said bye to all of them and saved me for last. I wonder where he even went.

"Morning," I drawled as I set out to find some Otees.

"Morn…" They sound like half dead animals. Nice….

As I sat down, the front left leg of my chair broke, tossing me into SeeMore, who in turn yelped and knocked over the milk-which leaked all over PH's crotch. Well done idiot. Grumbling, Private grabbed the carton and dumped what was left of it into SeeMore crotch, heh, revenge can be sweet!

"Idiots.." Gizmo grumbled with a small smile.

Rolling his eyes, Billy got up to find a cloth to clean up the mess-hopefully. I watched him carefully as he crossed the room, only to get sprayed with water from the sink and glare at his smirking face.

"All clean!" he announced before he was chased out of the room by Mammoth-who got the brunt of the attack.

How could I even think that he would be responsible enough to clean up a mess? He only causes them! Stupid hillbilly. Hah! I think I know where he got this name now! Hillbilly, Hill-Billy, Billy! Hehe, I'm clever. And sidetracking….. What was I even doing again? Oh right! Cleaning up this mess.

"You COULD help you know," I told the three who were watching out of boredom.

"Could have, should have, would have, won't," was all they said before vacating the room.

I truly hate boys…..

11:00 am

Lounge

Lumpy, itchy couch of doom

I wish we had a different couch. This one's all itchy and stupid! I hate it. Lumpy itchy and stupid. It makes me irritated. Hate it!

Lumpy.

Itchy.

Stupid.

COUCH!

I'm so lonely…..

12:20pm

Kitchen

Eating a tub of cookie dough ice cream, I don't even like cookie dough ice cream; I just need to fill the void of desolation, isolation and loneliness…. I have poetic licence. Great, I can now die happy, but I don't want to die. Why must I be so indecisive?! This teenage depression thing sucks man! I must see a shrink for this. I think I will!

12:05 pm

Gizmo's room

"So tell me, how does the recent turn of events make you feel?" Gizmo raised his pen.

"I feel so lonely despite all my other friends, worried about his well-being, and most recently depressed," I replied from his bed.

"So, could you express your feeling through colour?" he asked after scratching a few things down.

"Black, red, dark blue, brown, brown-black, red-dark blue-" he held up a hand.

"Alright pit-sniffer I get the picture! What does this look like to you?" he showed me a page.

It was a black splodge of nothing.

"What IS that?" I questioned.

"HEY! I ask the questions here, not you!" he sniffed.

"A black splodge of wasted ink," I answered truthfully.

"Okay, you're good to go," with that, he jumped off his chair and scurried out of the room.

Rolling my eyes, I got off the bed and peered at his note page. I saw a doodle of him beating the snot out of Cyborg.

Bloody hell.

What you think?

Me: Please review!

Gizmo: I own that idiot!

Billy: Sure you do…