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Chapter 15

Marco

"Rachel, could you please stop moving around," I asked her. "It is extremely annoying."

I can't help, you keep moving around, I'm just trying to get comfortable.

I glanced down and saw her stick her head out of my pocket. I would have said it was impossible, but it seemed she was giving me a dirty look.

You should really keep your eyes on the road. We might have an accident.

"Hey! I'm not a bad driver," I said, offended.

Jake was quiet for a second, and then started snickering.

"What's so funny," I asked.

"Nothing, Rachel was just reminding me of all the time's you had to drive during a mission," he said.

"I wasn't that bad."

Oh yes you were. said Rachel.

"And you would have been perfect?" I asked.

Yes.

"Good, we're almost at the mall," I said.

Five minutes later I was pulling into the parking lot of the mall. There were barely any cars. That was good; we wouldn't attract too much attention. Cassie pulled into the parking space next to ours.

"Okay, guys, let's go," said Jake.

"Wow!" said Shaun. "This is too awesome. I'm going to eat lunch with the Animorphs! What's it like being famous. I wish I were famous. That would be the best! You are so lucky." Man, that kid could get annoying.

As we got to the door, an elderly couple came out. The second they saw us they just stopped and stared. Jake smiled at them and we walked on. As we walked through the door I could hear them talking excitedly about actually seeing the Animorphs.

"Okay what does everyone want?" asked Jake.

"How about getting a pizza to share between us?" Cassie suggested.

"Sounds good with me," I said.

"But I want a Happy Meal!" said Shaun.

"But Shaun, that's the longest line," Cassie told him.

"I don't care."

"Fine, I'll get it," she said.

"When you're done, we'll probably be at a table near the back, okay, Cassie," said Jake

"Sure. C'mon Shaun." They both walked off to wait in line.

Jake and I both walked toward the line for pizza. On the way, everyone we passed turned to stare at us. Even though people have been doing that for a while I still think it's pretty cool.

"What do you want on it, Marco?" Jake asked me.

"Umm.how 'bout pepperoni?" I said.

I don't like pepperoni.

For a second there I forgot Rachel was with us so I jumped a little.

Stop moving around so much. I'm going to go flying at of here. she said.

"How can you not like pepperoni?" I asked.

Because I don't.

"Then what do you want?" asked Jake.

Sausage.

"Okay we get half pepperoni, half sausage," said Jake.

Fine with me.

Ahead of us in line were a little kid and his mom. The mom was trying to be polite and not stare but she kept glancing at us. The kid obviously didn't care about manners because he kept pulling on his mom's shirt and then staring at us. The mom just sort of smiled apologetically at us.

"Look! A mouse, mommy! Look!" the kid suddenly said.

I glanced down and saw Rachel's head sticking out of my pocket. She must have wanted to see what was going on. I quickly reached down and shoved her head back in. She bit me. Fortunately I didn't scream, that would have attracted too much attention. By the time the kid's mom looked, Rachel was back inside my pocket and I was staring at a spot on the other side of the food court. She seemed as if she was about to say something, but then her order was ready.

"Rachel, what were you doing?" Jake muttered, as he pretended to reach down and tie his shoe.

Sorry. You try sitting in some dark pocket that is constantly moving. Also, do you ever wash this shirt, Marco? Rachel said.

"Yes I do. And why did you bit me, that hurt," I asked.

It wasn't that hard. Don't be a baby.

"At least I don't bite people," I said.

"Okay, Marco, Rachel, quit it. People are starting to stare," said Jake.

"Hello, can I take your order?" the guy at the register said into the microphone thing they use. I doubt he even noticed who he was talking to.

"Hi, can I have one large pizza, half pepperoni, half sausage. Also three medium cokes," Jake said.

"That will be-" I think the guy finally looked up.

"You.you're Jake Berenson. Oh.wow. I've heard all about you."

"Who hasn't," I muttered. I think only Rachel heard me because she snickered.

"Here, I'll tell you what, your order is on the house. Wow."

It seemed as if it only took a minute for our order to be ready. That was probably because the guy went in back to tell them to hurry up because Jake was outside.

"Here you go Mr. Berenson. Please come again."

"He didn't even notice me!" I told Jake as we went toward an empty table.

"So?"

"Never mind," I sighed.

A few minutes after we sat down, Cassie and Shaun walked over.

"Hey guys. What did you get?" asked Cassie.

"Half pepperoni and half sausage," said Jake.

"Sausage?" asked Cassie.

"Ask Rachel," I told her.

Hey! Am I the only one who likes sausage here? she asked.

"Yep."

"Who said that?" asked Shaun.

I did. Rachel.

"Oh," he said and went right back to eating. Funny how kids can be sometimes. If he were a grownup, he would have then asked Rachel a million more questions and still not be satisfied. Even talkative kids like Shaun do that.

Is anyone sitting near us? Rachel asked.

"No, why?" asked Cassie.

I want to come out. It smells in here. she said.

"Hey! It does not." I retorted.

"No, no one's even walking near us, you can come out," Jake broke in.

Good. Marco, could you help me out of here, please? Rachel asked.

"Oh, now you're being nice," I said.

Just do it or I'll bite you.

"Okay, don't need to get all mad," I said as I reached into my pocket and took her out.

Finally. Fresh air.

"My shirt does not smell," I protested.

Who said it was the shirt?

"Maybe it's you," I suggested.

"Maybe it's both of you. Don't make a scene. You are both acting extremely immature. Act you age for a change," Jake said.

By the way, how old am I? I mean am I the same age as when I died, or am I two and a half years older? Rachel asked.

"Who knows," I said.

"You look a little older. Besides, the Ellimist wouldn't be careless enough to put you in your old body. He'd make you older," said Cassie.

Yeah, you're right.

For the rest of lunch everyone pretty much ate and didn't talk. Shaun kept on waving at everyone who stared at us. It was pretty funny. The kid just loved attention. People sort of smiled at him and then continued staring at us.