Okay then, this is the multiple-100-word-challenges chapter! Thanks and enjoy 100 Word Challenges.
100 Word Challenges
Spike sat down and smirked at his brother. Chase, oblivious to the presence behind him, kept on reading his science magazine. He had no idea what his twin had planned. Spike's smirk grew as he pulled his chosen weapon out of his pocket. He raised the object and aimed it at his slightly older brother. Ready, aim, fire!
"What was that?!" Chase cried as something hit him.
Spike laughed. "That was the paper off the end of a straw."
"Why did you shoot me with it?"
"I was bored," Spike grinned. "You were there; do the math. Aren't you smart?"
"Whatcha doing?"
"Go away Spike."
"Come on, I wanna know!"
Chase sighed at his twin. "I'm making something for Hope, alright?"
"Hope? Isn't she Jessica's sister?" Spike asked, making Chase sigh again.
"Yes. Now go away."
Spike didn't go away. Instead, he sat down beside Chase and watched him work, trying to figure out what it was. He asked question after question until Chase gave up and explained the gift to him.
"I'm making her a mood-necklace," he said. "It detects your actual mood, not your body temperature."
"Cool."
"You don't really care, do you?
"Not one bit. Have fun."
"So . . . what now?"
"I don't know."
"Well, come up with something!"
Chase and Spike had just finished playing their third video game of the afternoon, and they had no idea what else to do. Chase suggested working on school work as Spike recommended football or basketball. Needless to say, neither of the boys' ideas were used.
"I know!" Spike said suddenly. "We can go mess with Adam!"
Chase thought about it . . . hmm, that wasn't a bad idea.
"Sure," he agreed. "Why not? It's not like we have anything else to do."
"I know, right?"
"I hate you!"
"That's not what you said when you wanted me to take your science test for you!"
"That was before you went and acted like a total asshat and talked shit about me!"
"I've told you before, that wasn't me!"
"Then who was it? My friend said it was someone who looked like me, so it had to be you."
"Spike, I didn't say anything to anyone!"
"He's right."
"Leo?"
"Yeah. Spike, Chase didn't do it; Bree did."
"What?! How?"
"She used one of Big D's gadgets to make herself look like Chase and talked to your friends."
"Bree!"
"Hey Spike; what's up?"
"Why did you lie about me?"
"It was payback for you destroying my stuff last week!"
"I glitched; I couldn't help it!"
"Yeah right. You 'glitch' a lot, don't you?"
"So?"
"So I don't think you actually glitch. I think you're lying."
"Why would I lie about glitching?"
"You need an excuse for why you wreck the house."
"But I don't need an excuse if it's the truth."
"Yeah, well now you need an excuse for why you go to ballet class every weekend."
"I don't go to ballet!"
"That's not what everyone thinks now."
It wasn't exactly a normal day. In fact, it was far from normal. But the Davenports didn't know that. They just thought that the rain was a weather fluke. In reality it was a malfunction in a machine Donald had invented. Lately none of his inventions were working.
When they finally realized that something was wrong, it took several minutes, lots of lightning, a slight flood, and many curses before the machine finally turned off. As soon as it was over, the kids cheered for their success before rounding on Davenport. Needless to say, it wasn't pretty. It was painful.
And . . . that's that! Thanks for reading!
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