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~*Chapter 2*~

Saturday came fast. The time on the clock in the Teens Next Door tree house showed 5:45. Number 1 sat back on the couch of the hang out room and mentally begged the clock to tick backwards in time. Instead, the minute hand moved forward. Number 1 cursed and looked at the pictures displayed on the bureau. They were of her and her friends when they were ten-year-olds. There was one of Number 5 stuffing his face of candy. His face and clothes were pink with the remnants of sugar. There was one of Number 4 sleeping in the middle of the floor with her sunglasses on and her tongue hanging out. There was one of Number 3 and his first punching bag. He had punched it with all his might, but it never moved. He looked tired and out of breath in the picture. Number 2's had her swimming in a pile of Rainbow Monkeys and other stuffed animals. The last of was Number 1's, and that was of when ate peas for her mom and then threw them back up on her. Number 1 laughed. She remembered that day. She got in the biggest trouble of her life since she cursed after she threw up. She looked back up at the clock to see 5:50.

"Teens Next Door!" she screamed. "Prepare for our next mission!" Number 1 got up off the couch and threw on her punk jacket. She walked down and out of the tree house meeting Number 2, Number 4, and Number 5 on her way.

When she got to the door of her house, she noticed something.

"Where is Number 3?" she asked.

"I heard snoring when I passed his room." Number 2 said. "He might have been taking a nap."

Number 1 growled a vicious growl and stormed her way back up to the tree house and up into Number 3's room.

"Number 3!" the other teens heard her scream. "It's time to go! If you're not downstairs in two minutes, I'll rip that earring out of you through your nose!"

In an instant, Number 3 came rushing down the stairs past Number 1 and to the door of her house. Number 1 smiled. She was good at making threats, which was her strong point in getting what she wanted. She proudly walked down to her house door to join the rest of her team.

"Everybody ready?" she asked. Everybody nodded and stepped away from the door. Number 1 grabbed the knob and walked outside. The rest of her team followed, slowly and nervously. Number 1 was at her peak of annoyance, and they knew it. Any further, and she'd make a new record. There was no telling what was going to happen this Saturday night, though. She had five ten-year-olds to look after, and, from what they knew, they could be badly behaved. The team wouldn't be surprised if she physically hurt some of them.

Eventually, the Teens Next Door came up upon the Uno house. For a moment, Number 1 stood there, staring at the house. Her team inched back, scared of what she might do. She quickly jolted her head around to her team and narrowed her steely blue eyes. She looked at them stubbornly and then jolted her head back towards the house and walked, pounding her feet to the ground. The rest of the team followed her, slowly inching closer and closer to the house.

Number 1 knocked on the door. Mrs. Uno answered.

"Hello, Megan!" Mrs. Uno exclaimed. "It's nice to see you. How have you been?"

"You mean since you talked to me on the phone two days ago?" Number 1 asked, crossing her arms.

"Well," Mrs. Uno began. "Uh, come on in!" Mrs. Uno stepped out of the way to let the teens in. They walked inside and sat on the couch. Number 1 held her gaze on the clock over the front door. It read 5:59. She watched it, and barely blinked. She then heard footsteps and jolted her head up to see Mrs. Uno and her son.

"Nigel Uno, I presume." Number 1 spat out harshly.

"That's Numbah 1 to you." Nigel corrected. Number 1 winced and shuffled back slightly.

{No way!} Number 1 thought. {"Numbah?" What's he mean by that? I always thought that it was just the Teens Next Door that went by that! This could be interesting. This little English kid might have some secrets worth snatching. That's it! I'll make nicey-nice with the brat and get him to spill his secret; then use them against him! Oh, what a great plan. Number 1, you are a genius.}

Mrs. Uno tried to chuckle at her son's remark.

"Uh, dear," she began. "It's not very nice to make smart remarks to your baby-sitters for the night."

"BABY-SITTERS???" Numbah 1 gasped. "You lined my friends and me up with baby-sitters for the night? Mom, come on! My friends and I can stay on our own!"

"Numbah 1," Number 1 began. "You are so right! Mrs. Uno, please? They're ten! They can totally handle it!"

Mrs. Uno looked down at her son.

"Nigel," she warned. "You're going to be a good boy for Megan and her friends, got it?"

"Megan, huh?" Numbah 1 asked.

"That's Number 1 to you!" Number 1 shouted. The rest of the Teens Next Door got up from the couch and slowly backed away, knowing that their leader couldn't take too much more of this.

"Yes, well," Mrs. Uno continued. "There's snacks in the fridge, I left TV dinners in the freezer, I should be home around eleven, and I'd like the kids in bed by ten."

Number 1 didn't answer. Instead, she tapped her foot towards Number 2.

"Oh," Number 2 realized. "We'll take great care of the kids. Where are the four other ones?"

"They're upstairs." Numbah 1 answered. "Don't even think about going up to the tree house. If you do, I'll see to it that the rest of your young adolescent lives are filled with misery and torture."

"Nigel!" Mrs. Uno exclaimed. She looked towards the teens. "Oh, I'm sorry. I think he's a little cranky. I'd like Nigel here in bed by nine, not ten." Numbah 1 growled and looked up at Number 1.

{He's a lot like me.} Number 1 thought. {It's strange. He may not be as much of a brat as I thought. We might actually get along. Oh, Number 1, what are you thinking? He's a kid. You, my friend, are a teen, as in, three years older. You're baby-sitting this kid and his friends for crying out loud! Just give him the death-stare and stuff him under the pillows when he goes to sleep tonight. Oh, and don't give him dinner, makes the experience for you so much more fun.}

"Well, I think that's all." Mrs. Uno announced. "As I said, I'll be home at eleven." She bent down and kissed her son on the cheek. "You be a good boy for Megan, okay?"

"Yes, Mom." Numbah 1 grumbled. Mrs. Uno headed for the door. She grabbed the knob and looked back at Number 1.

"Megan," she began. "Thanks again."

With that, Mrs. Uno left the house. Number 1 and Numbah 1 stared at each other for a moment, with the death-stare. The rest of the Teens Next Door inched further away, ready to see who would make the first move. Surprisingly, nothing happened.

"Well, Numbah 1," Number 1 began. "Three rules for tonight: Stay out of our way, don't make too much noise, and don't come get us for anything. I don't care if one of you is on the floor bleeding to death."

"What if we get attacked?" Numbah 1 asked. Number 1 looked at him curiously.

"Explain what you mean." She ordered.

"The Delightful Children from Down the Lane might come and attack us. Then what?" Numbah 1 asked, challenging her.

"The Delightful Children from Down the Lane?" she asked. "You mean, there's not just the Delightful Teens from Down the Lane?"

"THERE'S DELIGHTFUL TEENS???" Numbah 1 yelled. "Oh my God. And it used to be all I had to worry about was the rest of my team losing it."

At that moment, shouts and screams came from upstairs as four other ten-year-olds ran down playfully. One of them bumped into Number 1. She stared down at the round one that bumped into her and shot him a death- stare straight in the eyes. His lips quivered and he ran behind Numbah 1.

"Numbah 1," he began. "Who is that devilish-looking girl?"

"That's our baby-sitter for the night, Numbah 2," Numbah 1 explained. "And her friends." Numbah 2 looked at Number 1 with fear in his eyes. She smiled at the fact she was making a small boy cry.

"That's right." She said. "Megan Un. However, that's Number 1 to you. Allow me to introduce the rest of my team." Number 1 moved to reveal her team. "This is Jen." She said. "Call her Number 2, or else. That's Dan, Number 3 to you guys. Over there is Tracy. Do not call her by that; call her Number 4. Last, that's Mike, but you'd better call him Number 5."

"Then allow me to introduce my team." Numbah 1 challenged. "This behind me is Hoagie, Numbah 2 to you. That's Kuki, better known as Numbah 3. That's Wallabee. Do not mess with him, and call him by Numbah 4. Lastly, Abby, but you'd better call her Numbah 5."

"Not pleased to meet you." Number 1 growled. "Whatever. Just, stay out of my way, go to bed early, and don't ask us for anything."

The rest of Numbah 1's team backed up behind Numbah 1.

"We're called the Kids Next Door." Numbah 1 announced.

"We're the Teens Next Door." Number 1 snarled. She looked towards her team. "Looks like tonight could be interesting." She said. "The Teens Next Door and The Kids Next Door will be dueling." She shot her haunting blue eyes towards the English leader. "How 'bout it?" she asked. "Whichever team loses their minds first buys a week's supply of candy with their money. Deal?"

Numbah 1 shook the harsh teen's hand and smirked up at her.

"We're your worst nightmare." He said.

"No," Number 1 corrected. "It's your funeral."

With that, Number 1 shot her eyes towards Numbah 2 and held a haunting gaze. The small, round boy winced and tried to hide behind his leader. Number 2 caught sight if this. She looked down at him with a hurt face. She then shot her head up at her leader and secretly gave her the death-stare.

~*End of Chapter Two*~