I'm trying to write a chapter or at least a half a chapter a night and I
still have to kind of get the end of the story down or at least some ideas
down before I can post the next chapter, and by the way, I'm horrible at
long chapters. The next one will be really short, only for suspense
purposes though. This one was really short too I suppose, and I'm not good
at suspense endings of chapters, only in the next one. kind of.
Anne: Umm, minute, the story?
Oh! Right, I'm as day dreamy as you are, Anne.
Chp. 2 - Barely Off the Hook
Anne woke up to the smell of fresh bacon and eggs. She signed to herself and took in the moment of silence. Of course, only being broken by a voice from a couple feet behind her door,
"Anne? You're late!" Called her father "You need to get ready for training today."
Anne groaned at the sound of her father's nagging voice and she reluctantly sat up in bed and stretched and thought of the day ahead 'Why,' she kept thinking, 'why again, do I have to do this?'
Being still groggy, Anne yawned and rubbed her eyes, then got out of bed. She managed to type the numbers into her number pad again, "1-0-3-4", making the door opened with a "swoosh". Anne walked through the door way causing a quick buzz sound as she walked through and instantly on the other side Anne was dressed in her regular uniform for training, with her hair pulled back into a high pony-tail, like always.
Sleepily Anne made it to the kitchen as the bacon and eggs smell grew. When she entered she saw Lance near the stove which had a skillet sizzling on top, with scrambled eggs in it for breakfast. Anne shook her head in mock sympathy,
'How can anyone actually enjoy cooking?' Anne thought as she turned and walked to the kitchen table, a small red one with three "parlor like" seats, also where her father was reading the paper across from her, and had not looked up from the paper until Anne had sat down.
"So have you studied all the Time Squad mottos for today's test?" asked JT, obviously intending for a "Yes" answer.
Anne sat their, not completely thinking of what her father said, she took in the moment again. The soft sizzle of the scrambled eggs, the wholesome smell of the bacon, and finally the slight clang of the plate, that was placed in front of her by Lance with her breakfast on it.
"Anne?" her father said, sounding a bit annoyed with her not listening.
"Oh, um yeah dad, sure I know them. Lance helped me study a bit last night." Immediately Anne shot a wink at Lance, who caught the pick up there. Anne had started eating in hope not to be caught with another question.
"Well Lance, did she do well on knowing all the mottos?" JT asked Lance, once again, intending on a positive answer.
Lance faced them from putting the skillet in the dish washer and smiled. "Of course she knew them; she's your daughter, after all." Lance had responded.
JT smiled, now by the door of the kitchen leading to the hall, "I'm going to go set the transporter's coordinates for your class, Anne. I expect you leaving for it soon."
Anne had finished eating by now, and said responding, trying to sound cheerful, "Okay dad I'll go get my phasers and leave in a couple minutes."
Both Anne and her father left the kitchen though went separate ways down the hallway, though Anne had stayed just outside the kitchen door. As Lance had gotten both their plates and started cleaning them and putting them in the dishwasher, Anne had snuck in the kitchen. Turning around and not expecting to see Anne there, Lance jumped slightly.
Anne laughed, "I suppose I shouldn't sneak up on robots like that, huh?"
Lance rolled his eyes, "I thought you had to get your phasers packed for class."
"Their already packed," Anne said grinning slightly, then continued, "But, thanks."
Lance tried to look confused, "For what?" he responded.
Anne smiled, "You and I both know, dad would have been really angry with me if he knew the truth that I didn't study."
Lance shook his head, "Anne, you must have gone insane. I don't know what you're talking about."
Walking out of the kitchen Anne sighed, "Sure you don't Lance," she said and then repeated sarcastically, "sure you don't."
Anne: Umm, minute, the story?
Oh! Right, I'm as day dreamy as you are, Anne.
Chp. 2 - Barely Off the Hook
Anne woke up to the smell of fresh bacon and eggs. She signed to herself and took in the moment of silence. Of course, only being broken by a voice from a couple feet behind her door,
"Anne? You're late!" Called her father "You need to get ready for training today."
Anne groaned at the sound of her father's nagging voice and she reluctantly sat up in bed and stretched and thought of the day ahead 'Why,' she kept thinking, 'why again, do I have to do this?'
Being still groggy, Anne yawned and rubbed her eyes, then got out of bed. She managed to type the numbers into her number pad again, "1-0-3-4", making the door opened with a "swoosh". Anne walked through the door way causing a quick buzz sound as she walked through and instantly on the other side Anne was dressed in her regular uniform for training, with her hair pulled back into a high pony-tail, like always.
Sleepily Anne made it to the kitchen as the bacon and eggs smell grew. When she entered she saw Lance near the stove which had a skillet sizzling on top, with scrambled eggs in it for breakfast. Anne shook her head in mock sympathy,
'How can anyone actually enjoy cooking?' Anne thought as she turned and walked to the kitchen table, a small red one with three "parlor like" seats, also where her father was reading the paper across from her, and had not looked up from the paper until Anne had sat down.
"So have you studied all the Time Squad mottos for today's test?" asked JT, obviously intending for a "Yes" answer.
Anne sat their, not completely thinking of what her father said, she took in the moment again. The soft sizzle of the scrambled eggs, the wholesome smell of the bacon, and finally the slight clang of the plate, that was placed in front of her by Lance with her breakfast on it.
"Anne?" her father said, sounding a bit annoyed with her not listening.
"Oh, um yeah dad, sure I know them. Lance helped me study a bit last night." Immediately Anne shot a wink at Lance, who caught the pick up there. Anne had started eating in hope not to be caught with another question.
"Well Lance, did she do well on knowing all the mottos?" JT asked Lance, once again, intending on a positive answer.
Lance faced them from putting the skillet in the dish washer and smiled. "Of course she knew them; she's your daughter, after all." Lance had responded.
JT smiled, now by the door of the kitchen leading to the hall, "I'm going to go set the transporter's coordinates for your class, Anne. I expect you leaving for it soon."
Anne had finished eating by now, and said responding, trying to sound cheerful, "Okay dad I'll go get my phasers and leave in a couple minutes."
Both Anne and her father left the kitchen though went separate ways down the hallway, though Anne had stayed just outside the kitchen door. As Lance had gotten both their plates and started cleaning them and putting them in the dishwasher, Anne had snuck in the kitchen. Turning around and not expecting to see Anne there, Lance jumped slightly.
Anne laughed, "I suppose I shouldn't sneak up on robots like that, huh?"
Lance rolled his eyes, "I thought you had to get your phasers packed for class."
"Their already packed," Anne said grinning slightly, then continued, "But, thanks."
Lance tried to look confused, "For what?" he responded.
Anne smiled, "You and I both know, dad would have been really angry with me if he knew the truth that I didn't study."
Lance shook his head, "Anne, you must have gone insane. I don't know what you're talking about."
Walking out of the kitchen Anne sighed, "Sure you don't Lance," she said and then repeated sarcastically, "sure you don't."