Hey again! I don't think I can do 1 chapter per day any more. I'm going to be aiming for (hopefully) 1 chapter every other day!

I'm sorry if this disappoints anyone, but this way the chapters can be longer and better.

Read on!

I had come to the conclusion that I should not tell my mom about Zak. For one thing, I didn't know exactly how cozy she was with the scientists, and it would just be better in general: the fewer that know, the better. That came out wrong, but you get the point.

When my parents came back, they found me typing away on my laptop, with Zak and his pets/cryptid siblings asleep in Zak's room. My mom was highly suspicious of this.

"What? At nine forty-five, I told him to go to bed, and he did!" I protested when I received a questioning look. Zak's parents looked at each other in a non-believing way. I rolled my eyes, "Okay, I offered him some chamomile tea, and he accepted it. It's just tea." After ten minutes of saying goodbye, we entered Beeman's death trap again.

Morning

I groggily arose from my bed, cursing the sun's bright rays.

"Aradia! Pancakes!" I could hear my dad shouting. I looked at the clock on my nightstand: after ten-thirty. My parents don't know the meaning of sleeping in, apparently. I put on my gray-colored robe and headed downstairs.

"Morning, Sleepyhead," my mom greeted me. She was already at the table eating her pancakes. I grunted in return. I went over to the coffee maker and poured myself a cup. I took a long sip. Ahhhhh…gotta love coffee.

"I still don't know why on Earth you like that stuff," my mom laughed a bit.

"It's better than directly injecting pure caffeine into my system," I stiffly replied. My mom doesn't understand the necessity of coffee in my life. It just, you know, wakes you up in the morning with a zing! It's even better than tea, though I've never told my mom that. Dad at least understands.

You see: I actually have ADD. I tried the pills in third grade, and, well…I'd rather not go into details about the 'pleasant' side effects. My dad heard somewhere that caffinated coffee actually helps kids with ADD to focus. So, in sixth grade, I started drinking one cup of joe each morning, and everybody could immediately tell the difference.

"Uh…Mom?" I asked looking at her. She looked up from the daily newspaper.

"Yes?"

"With the meeting last night…you never filled me on the details…so?" I asked, implying a certain answer from her. She put the paper down and bit her lip, an unusual action for her.

"Please, Mom, just spill it!" I pleaded.

"Alright, alright…we're not moving," and that was all I needed to hear for me to start jumping up and down with joy.

"Thank the Goddess! Thank you Mom!!!" I ran over and hugged her and then hugged my dad, squeezing the life out of the both of them.

"But," she added, and I stopped dead in my tracks. There is always a 'but' with my mom. She can be such a killjoy sometimes!

"I'll be going on trips with the other Secret Scientists on occasions. Me. As in I alone." She looked at me with the highest sincerity. I threw my hands up in the air, with a, 'what the hell!' look on my face.

"Dad, are you even going with?" I asked, glancing over at him. He shook his head.

"Nope, you're still stuck with me, Sweety." I made a guttural noise that expressed deep disgust.

"You know, none of the other scientists are witches, or even believe in Wicca, for that matter, and yet from what I've heard, they still kick major ass! They're just recruiting you for your magic, Mom!" I yelled.

"Language!" they both yelled back in union. My mom looked at me with her, 'why?' look.

"Aradia, I wasn't born yesterday! I know why they wanted me to help! Back when Paul and Arthur first saw me in action against that wolf, they knew that one: I had magic; two: I could control it, and three: I knew how to use it responsibly."

We ate breakfast in silence. After I had helped clean up, I went back to my room. As I was changing, my laptop dinged: new IM.

Zsat9308: It was the in the tea, wasn't it?! :(

OMG. It was Zak! Okay, how the hell does a twelve-year kid manage to find out where I live! I slapped myself on the forehead: he's the son of two Secret Scientists with a huge computer with Goddess knows what in it! I typed back

WiccanQueen31: What about the tea?

Zsat9308: I do NOT normally fall asleep within five minutes!

WiccanQueen31: I didn't force you to drink it, you know. All it did was relax and calm your nerves.

Zsat9308: I know it was spiked!

WiccanQueen31: With what?

Zsat9308: I don't know, whatever you witches use for spiking stuff!

WiccanQueen31: I am getting off now.

Before He could type back, I logged off and continued of with my day.

Whatcha think about this one? Just no one asks any questions about it, I chose Zak's IM name because 9308 refers to 9/3/08, the original airing to The Kur Stone.

Please review and send me your thoughts!

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Thank you.

Favorite quote(s) of the day:

Guitierrez: [Guitierrez tries to find Freakazoid's weakness, he pulls a green rock out of his cloak] Behold, the purest Kryptonite. Are you feeling weak, my friend, oh so weak?
Freakazoid: That's Superman's weakness, not mine!
Guitierrez: Really?
Freakazoid: Yeah, duuuuuuhhh!
Guitierrez: [pulls out a yellow pad of paper, and holds it in front of Freakazoid's face] Oh, that stupid man at the store! Then how about this! Does the yellow hurt your eyes, my friend? Feeling weak, oh so very weak?
Freakazoid: That's Green Lantern!
Guitierrez: Oh, shoot!
[throws it down, picks up a glass of water and throws it in Freakazoid's face]
Guitierrez: Then how 'bout some... water in your face! Are you meling, melting, my friend?
Freakazoid: That's the Wicked Witch!
Guitierrez: Oh, we're wasting time. What is your weakness?
Freakazoid: Well...
[quick cut to Freakazoid in a cage]
Freakazoid: [to self] Dumb, dumb, dumb! Never tell the villian how to trap you in a cage!
Guitierrez: You probably shouldn't have helped us build it, either.
Freakazoid: I know. Dumb!
Guitierrez: So... graphite bars charged with negative ions. That is your weakness, eh?
Freakazoid: That, or poo gas.

Freakaziod!