Note: Sorry if the last chapter was so short. I had a lot on my mind, as I just finished like 5 tryouts for various softball teams, the Giants keep losing, and school starts next week. But here is the next chapter!
Chapter 11: Wait...What?
McCracken had never seen the skinny bald one so angry. And nothing could prepare him for the onslaught that he was about to face. In the next few moments, he was attacked by a seemingly endless amount of limbs, and he was pushed backwards into the chipper. Yelping, he tried to run away, but someone intercepted him.
Milligan, leg forgotten, was staring at Sticky, dumbfounded. The timid boy's glasses were askew, and he was breathing hard and fast. McCracken was attempting to fend off the flurry of attacks Sticky was releasing on the frightened Ten Man. McCracken emitted a sound like that of a giddy schoolgirl, and attempted to run, Milligan limped towards the two, and grabbed the man by his collar.
"Not on my watch." he growled.
It took the EMT's and authorities ten minutes to reach the island, and an extra thirty to fit all of the bulky vehicles on the island without crushing anyone. The chief of police grumbled, and stepped out of the helicopter shakily, grasping his coffee cup like a lifeline. He motioned for his S.W.A.T teams to storm inside. Following, he stopped at the sight of a tall blonde girl practically suffocating a skinny boy with glasses and tea-colored skin, with a rather lethal looking embrace. The girl had a sling on her arm, and was practically shoving her way through the EMT's, who were trying to convince her to slow down, until she reached a man he was leaning on a crutch, and smiling proudly at the girl.
He scanned the room quickly. An exceedingly average looking boy was talking to the boy with glasses, and a tiny blonde girl was being hugged ferociously by a man in a plaid suit.
He rubbed his temples. This was going to be a long day.
The last week of school passed relatively quickly for the Society. All anyone in the house wanted to talk about was Sticky and his epic takedown of McCracken.
The children were gathered in the girl's room, just before going to bed. Constance was sitting on the bottom bunk, crossing her arms and grumbling about the lack of jelly beans in the house, Reynie was leaning back on his elbows on the rug in the middle of the room, sharing a laugh with Kate, who was sporting a bright red cast that matched her recovered bucket. Sticky was currently engrossed with a book, the cover of which read, An Extensive Study of the Proper Way to Shelve Books.
"So I was sliding down the banister at my school," Kate explained, "And when I reached the landing, I totally fell head over heels down the rest of the stairs, and right out the door." Reynie burst into laughter, and said,
"Well, it's to bad your guardian angel wasn't there!" Kate giggled, and gave Sticky a quick pat on the head. Sticky gave her a smile in return, and the boys went off to bed.
Reynie lay in his bed, comfy and warm, and stared out the window. It was hard to believe he would be in eighth grade, and Kate would be in high school. He sighed, and turned over to face the wall. It was going to be a good summer.