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(Maddy's P.O.V)

"I am a sloth." I said, clinging to the metal bar on the side of the bouncy bridge. After a moment, I let go and slid back onto the bridge. "I am not a sloth."

Brittany laughed, walked over and started jumping up and down.

"Noo..." I muttered, lifting my head a little so it wouldn't hit the plastic surface anymore. She stopped and sat on the other handrail, staring at me. I laid back down and she started jumping again. I groaned and sat up. "Are you having fun?"

"Yup." she walked over to the zipline and started going back and forth.

I laid down again and closed my eyes. "I want to be a cat."

"You can't be a cat."

"Why not?"

"Because you're a human."

"What if I don't want to be a human?"

"You don't have a choice."

"I bet Matthew would let me be a cat." I muttered, once again clinging to the guard rail.

"He's Matthew, of course he would."

"Of course I would what?"

Brittany and I both screamed and I let go of the guardrail, crashing to the ground. "Ow..." I curled into a ball, covering the back of my head with my hands. "Ow, ow, ow, ow... that hurt so bad!"

Brittany nudged my side with her toe. "Are you ok?"

I shook my head, but sat up anyway. "Does it look bad? Is it bleeding?"

She shook her head. "Now, why did you let go again?"

I shrugged. "Surprise. Fear? I don't know." I gingerly touched the back of my head and sucked a breath between my teeth, creating a hissing sound. "That really hurt. I feel stupid. Like Alfred during a sentimental moment stupid."

"Hey!" Alfred yelled.

I smirked. "I win."

Time skip

We were all sitting on the grass and listening to Alfred go on about how he'd beaten the highest level on his game the night before. There came a lull in the conversation and an idea popped in my head, which caused an evil smirk to grow on my face.

"What's the best murder weapon?" I asked innocently, waiting for reactions and answers.

"I think the best murder weapon would be a machine gun!" Alfred yelled, then imitated shooting said gun.

"You bloody american wanker," Arthur grumbled. "The best murder weapon would be poison. Fast acting, undetectable poison."

I frowned, realizing the conversation wasn't going where I'd wanted it to. "I was going to say an icicle."

They both stared at me, then said in unison, "Why?"

"Because they're sharp and deadly. And because once they melt, the police won't have a weapon or fingerprints to go on. Plus if you get rid of the body right, they won't have a corpse to analyze." I explained.

"It's scary that you could come up with that." Matthew muttered. "You know that they have satellites that look for body sized holes in the ground, right?"

"Well that's why you burn the body, then bury the ashes." I replied.

"It's actually really hard to burn a body." Arthur said. "Because of the bones."

"Why do you know that?" I asked uneasily, leaning away from him.

Before he could answer, Alfred jumped on him which started another argument and sent the conversation back into less terrifying territory.

Brittany and I ended up fencing with sticks, which Arthur eventually had to take away because we'd almost poed his eye out. Alfred started bugging Brittany which after a while, made her really uncomfortable, so I chased him around until he promised to stop.

As I sat back down, Matthew sighed. "I'm surrounded by children."

"I'm not that bad." I muttered, my side still hurting from laughing too much and chasing a guy who was obviously faster than me. "Besides, I'm less of a child than I used to be."

"I don't know about that."

"You can't expect me to be the same as when I was little."

"I don't know, you haven't grown up much in the past seven years."

"Hey!" I poked him in the shoulder, then looked away from him. "Brittany, Matthew's being mean!"

She wasn't even paying attention anymore. She simply stared at Arthur with a puzzled look on her face. The mood immediately became uncomfortable.

Suddenly, Brittany gasped, then jumped on Arthur and yelled, "Arthur! Why'd you leave me?"

We all tensed and Arthur looked confused. "Uh... w-what are you talking about?"

"When I was little! Why'd you leave?"

"You remember that!?" he squeaked, his eyes wide.

Brittany nodded. "I remember everything!"

Ok, I don't want to sound like I'm fishing for compliments, but can you guys review? Is anyone actually reading this anymore? Do you guys have any suggestions or little scenes that you would like to see? What's your opinion on the story/chapter? I'm not saying you have to, but it's like there's nobody there.