This chapter is based 20 years after the last one. I thought it might be useful to mention that, in case you got confused.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Invisible Network of Kids.
First of all, here's a few things about the characters. Obviously they've changed so I thought I'd give you an update.
Zero: Zero is 33. She lives with two other people. She works as a grief councillor, but she actually doesn't know why she chose that career path.
Trixie: Trixie is a laywer, and... well that's really all I can say without giving away the rest of the story.
Newton: All I can say about Newton is that he's 31 and works in a science- related career.
Ella: Ella is 33. And that's all.
Vin: ...what can I say? He's dead.
"Mum! Mum, wake up!" September laughed, jumping up and down on my bed. I groaned as another overly excited eight-year-old landed on my leg.
"Oops! Sorry Mummy," Charlotta laughed.
"Girls, it's half past six in the morning!"
"But don't you remember what day it is?" September sat down next to me. I pretended to be deep in thought.
"Hm. Is it Tuesday?"
"No!" she laughed. "It's Saturday!"
"Oh, right then. Well, Saturday's my day to sleep in."
"But what other day is it?" Charlotta pleaded.
"Um... The day before Sunday?"
"No, Mummy!"
"I'm only stirring you. Happy birthday girls," I switched the light on, revealing two small piles of presents at the end of the bed. The twins squealed with joy and hurried to be the first to open all their presents.
"Mum, you know I hate pink," September said, revealing a pink watch that had been meant for Charlotta.
"Oops, looks like I labeled them wrong, that's for your sister."
As soon as the pair had finished unwrapping their presents, they began demanding food.
"Mummy, you said you'd make us pancakes!" Charlotta ran into the room as I put the kettle on.
"Did I? I don't remember that."
"You did, Mum. You promised," September looked at me with her puppy dog eyes.
"Alright, alright. I'll make you pancakes."
Being a single mum certainly wasn't an easy job. I sighed as I reached into the cupboard, searching for the necessary ingredients.
At that moment, the phone rang.
"I'll get it!" September ran into the hall. "Hello? Yes. Yes, I'll get her now. Mum, it's for you!" she reentered, carrying the phone.
"Stir this," I took the phone from her. "Hello?"
"Hi Zero."
"What is it, Bill? It's my day off."
"I know, but we really need you in. I'm sorry Zero."
"It's the girls' birthday!" I whispered, hoping that they wouldn't hear.
"It's only a two hour shift. See you then," he hung up before I could protest. I groaned.
I walked into the kitchen to find a total mess. There was pancake batter everywhere.
"Who was it, Mummy?" Charlotta looked up from a recipe book she was reading, entitled, 'Drinks for Every Occasion'.
"You won't find a pancake recipe in there. It was just my boss."
"Why did your boss call?"
"Because she has to go in to work today," September held up the other phone, grinning.
"September, it's rude to listen in on other people's conversations," I scolded.
"Sorry Mum. Anyway, where are my pancakes? I'm starving!"
Another short chapter. Sorry! I'll try to update quickly to make up for it.
