Chapter 4

Hey! I brought Midnight!

Midnight: *waves*

Whatever.

Special thanks to LaughingLadybug for giving me the name of Midnight's hometown.

Enjoy!

Midnight: You own no one.

But you.

"So you can see how it works, right?' Phineas asked Isabella. He had been explaining how the machine worked while Ferb got lemonade.

"Yeah. I just step on this platform and it appears." Isabella repeated

"Cool." Phineas said.

"That machine sounds really cool. Can I join?" a timid voice asked.

Everyone turned to look at her.

Phineas piped up. "Sure! What's your name?"

"Midnight." She whispered.

"Cool name."

Ferb walked out with a tray of lemonade glasses. When he saw Midnight, he almost dropped it.

Phineas turned around upon hearing the door open.

"Hey Ferb! This is—" Phineas started.

"Midnight?" Ferb asked.

Phineas looked back and forth between the two.

"You know each other?" Isabella finally asked.

"Yep. Ferb is a friend of mine." Midnight answered. Then she looked at the machine. "Can we try that out now?"

"Yeah. Who wants to go first?" Everyone raised their hands.

"Let's let Midnight go first." Isabella suggested.

"Ok. Midnight, you heard how to use it?" she nodded.

She walked onto the platform and stood. After a few seconds, the ground in front of her shimmered. Two people formed and even though he had never seen them, Ferb knew they were Midnight's parents.

Midnight's eyes filled with tears.

"We're so proud of you honey. You are wonderful and you have learned how to use your gift well." Her dad said.

She smiled. Then her mother spoke.

"You are perfect. I love you so much."

Something about that made Midnight… upset.

"If you love me so much then you shouldn't have left me." Then she walked off the platform and out of the yard.

She was singing in the tree like always. When she finished, she looked over and saw Ferb next to her.

"What happened?" He asked, obviously asking about earlier that day.

She thought for a second then answered.

"It made me upset. She said she loved me and all I thought was that she left me. She left me alone." She stared into Ferb's eyes. "It didn't seem right."

Ferb nodded. Then something clicked.

"How was your dad hung? People aren't hung anymore." He asked.

"I come from a place that dates itself back. It refuses to develop as fast as the rest of the world." She explained. "Or it could be developing faster."

Ferb looked at her with a confused expression. Then he remembered her pin.

"The Hunger Games." She nodded.

"What's your old town called?" Ferb questioned.

"Annex." She muttered. "It makes me feel like the people there are Avoxes. You can't seem to speak. You're stuck being the slave."

They were both silent for a moment.

"You know I meant it earlier." Ferb raised an eyebrow. "You are probably my only true friend."

Ferb smiled. "I'm glad you came over today."

"I had fun. Your buildings are even more amazing when you use them in person." She laughed.

"Can you climb down without falling?" she asked mockingly.

"I only fell out once this morning because I was distracted and— hey! You were spying on us again!"

"Was not."

"Yes you were. You are a stalker."

"Am not."

"Yes. You're worse than Irving."

"Nope."

"No, you're not. But you sure are truculent."

"No I'm not!" she immediately argued. "Man that did not help me."

"One word: truc-u-lent."

"Fine I'm truculent. Happy?" she looked around to find Ferb on the ground.

She started singing.

At least he stopped calling me truculent.

"Truculent." Ferb muttered in his sleep.

Ha ha ha! I love that word. If I found out what truculent and supercilious mean over spring break, Mrs. K will give me candy. I found out what they meant yesterday.

I love those words!

Have a nice rest of Holy Thursday.

Carpe Diem,

IzzieGS