Hey! I'll say more tomorrow, but I'm kind of in a rush. Thanx for reading! Enjoy!

11:54 PM Monday, April 23, 2007

Yes, the feud is on. First thing this morning, one of the two showers broke down, and the three quickly jumped into a fight about who was the first to use it. I entered the hallway to a mass of debating and arguing. I laughed when I saw them, 88's clothes were wrinkled, 89 had large bags under his eyes, and Huntsgirl had one bad case of bed head. They insisted that it was not funny, and then continued to try and persuade me who should go first. I placed them at the end of the hallway, and said whomever could reach the bathroom first would get the shower first – obviously I was giving into Huntsgirl, but she did have superiority. 88 went next, but was upset about the long wait, and poor 89 had only cold water.

It was 88's turn to prepare breakfast. Huntsgirl said that he didn't cook the unicorn meat thoroughly enough, and 89 complained that it was over cooked! They both refused to eat it until I forced them. Huntsgirl said that if they find her in the hallways dead, she's blaming us. Neither 88 nor 89 acknowledged the fact when she was leaving for school, and she didn't wave to any of us as she normally does. They are really mad at each other!

Knowing that this wasn't a good thing, I planned for an extreme workout for the entire group. This time, the pit of fire would be used appropriately. 88 and 89 were in separate parts of the lair studying all day. Perhaps I could work this out to my advantage? If I could convince them that I would treat one better according to his or her results in all fields, then they would work ten times harder! Or it could become one big train wreck and ruin the team entirely. I'm going to take the brighter side of the choice.

The special teamwork session only resulted in a small burn on Huntsgirl's ankle that she held 88 responsible for. He hadn't caught her as she was catapulted across the pit. 88 accused 89 for not throwing her far enough, and it became one large mess quickly. With everyone's rooms on the top floor, I knew it would not be a quiet night. After a pity attempt at dinner, I was forced to make the decision that may help ease the tension.

Quickly, I sent them all off in different directions for a four mile sprint. I quickly began to transfer Huntsgirl's items to the attic, 88's to the basement, and 89 kept the second floor bedroom.

I don't even have to say that they did not like the new arrangement. 88 said that only 'rejects' live in the basement, 89 said that he wasn't trusted enough to get a new room, and Huntsgirl said that she was being packed away with the rats. I couldn't allow this to continue any further. Not only were they disrespecting one another, but also they were disrespecting me.

I locked them in their rooms, and refused to hear any further complaints. No, they won't be let out in the morning, and no they won't receive food when they awake. Huntsgirl would not go to school or be allowed to vent her nerves on an early morning challenge, 88 would not get to go around town to run chores, and 89 would not learn that move he's been trying so hard at. We're supposed to be a family, and they will not be let free until they begin to act like one.