Yello, foksies! Short chapter, lots of fun. (this was originally part of the last chapter, but then it would've been insanely long)
The first day back to school for the Parr kids had, apparently, been terrible. Dash had had a terrible time with the teacher, who seemed bent on pushing and testing him. During recess, she'd come up to him in the middle of a kickball game and started asking him about multiplication.
"It's not like she doesn't know it already!" Dash ranted at the dinner table. "She just wants to torture me! I mean, get this: she handed out these history papers for us to do and said if we didn't finish them, we'd have homework. Well, I finish mine straight away, and she hands me FIVE MORE PAPERS! What is that!"
"I'll take that as a 'no, not a good day,'" Bob said, half an hour after he'd asked his son how school was.
"How about you Vi?" Helen asked.
"Do you really wanna know?"
"Of course I do!"
"It wasn't good."
"Wanna be a little more detailed?"
"Not as detailed as your brother?"
"Bob!"
"Ow! Mom, that was my shin!"
"Sorry, Dash. Anyways, Vi, you were saying?"
"I wasn't."
"Please?"
"Fine! All right! I got hit in the head with a backpack!"
"You have my attention!" Dash said energetically.
"Thanks, Twerp."
"Kids," Bob scolded.
"How did you get hit in the head with a backpack, honey?"
"I couldn't find my science class, I was starting up the stairwell and somebody decided to drop their backpack off the second floor."
"Oh, honey, I'm sorry! You okay?"
"I'll live," grumbled Violet. Didn't hurt half as bad as walking into that door…
"Hey, Vi," Dash said, in a voice Violet knew was not good. "Aren't ya gonna tell Mom and Dad about Friday?"
"Shut up!"
"What's this, Vi?"
"Nothing!" Vi said through her teeth at Dash.
"You sure about that Vi?"
"Dash, you are dead!"
"I haven't been able to do anything all day! You can hardly blame me!"
"Yes she can, don't yell at the table, and what is going on Friday young lady?" Helen said, her eyebrow cocked dangerously at her daughter. Never keep a secret from super-mom.
"Uh…" Violet desperately wanted to turn invisible right then. Actually, she did for a fraction of a second.
"I'll give ya a hint!" Dash exclaimed.
"Ow!"
"Oops."
"Who kicked me!"
"Sorry, Dad. I was aiming for Dash."
"Ga hehe ma!"
"That's right, Jack-Jack. Violet's in trouble unless she tells her mother what's going on," Helen said.
"Well… ya see… uh…"
"It has to do with a guy!" Dash half sung. This time, Vi's kick was dead-on.
"Yeowch!"
"Violet!"
"Mom, c'mon! Don't make me say at the dinner table!"
"If you'd told on your own, we wouldn't have to hear this at the dinner table, would we?" (the next few lines are pretty much all said at once)
"But Mom!"
"Can I please say!" Dash begged.
"Shut up, Worm!"
"Mom, Vi called me a worm!"
"No shouting at the table!"
"Ga ga!"
"Mom, work with me here!"
"Do I get paid if I say!"
"Enough!" Bob shouted above the ruckus, thus shutting everyone up. Thank God. He turned to Violet. "Let me guess; you have a date?"
Dash's jaw dropped, and Violet blushed so badly, she went fully invisible and stayed that way.
"How did you know!" Dash cried.
Bob just rolled his eyes, smiling to himself as he continued to eat his dinner. "What's his name?"
"Tony," invisible Violet said.
"How old is he?"
"My age."
"Where are you planning to go?"
"The movies."
"Specifically?"
"Mom, can you make him stop drilling me?"
"Specifically?"
"Mom! Erg! That new action film!" Violet de-invisilized herself.
"Okay, sounds good. Can you pass the peas, honey?" Bob said, consequently sending Dash into a coma of shock.
Ha ha! Gotta love Dash. And watermelons. Short, I know. Forgive me.
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