The Star Swordsman, just to let you know, I was purely referring to how it ended. Not the chapter in general. I loved writing that chapet. I had to think I LOVE thinking.But this one will be way better anyways.

I don't think I'll ever stop liking SpongeBob. I need help with that.

"Mom? Can I talk to you?"

"Yeah, sure."

The reason Violet had called her mom over to her bedroom after school was to tell her what went on at her date. Too many memories were flashing.

Your identity is your most valuable possession. Protect it.

"So..."

"Violet, what do you want to tell me?"

"Do you know WHY I told Tony I was a super?"

"Because you feel like you can trust him with just about everything. I know, I know."

"That's not why, Mom."

"Then why?"

Violet struggled with this answer. "Well..."

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"Hey, honey," said Bob. "What happened today?"

"Well, let's see. Jack-Jack threw up on me, so I had to change my shirt, Dash was running at his friend's house, Violet's boyfriend is also a super, and now more people are hating us!"

"WOAH, back up! Did you punish Dash yet?"

"No TV for a month."

"More people are hating us, same as yesterday."

"Yep."

"And Violet's boyfriend a super? Who in the heck told you tha-"

"Violet told me that was the reason she told him. And personally, I don't blame her."

"Well, you should've punished her anyways."

"No I shouldn't have. She likes the guy. Let her live!"

"I'm letting her live a safe life!"

"You and I didn't exactly live a safe life when we met."

Bob stopped right there.

"Don't you remember?" asked Helen. "You were always trying to take off my mask at super-school. I never let you. But if I didn't show that to you, we wouldn't be married, right here, right now."

"I know. It's just that, she's growing up so fast. I mean, one moment your finger is too big for them to hold, and the next she's going to high school."

"She's my daughter, too. And we're lucky to still have two more. One that's still too small to hold your thumb."

"I know, I know."

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Dash was starting to panic about 5th grade. It was sooner than he thought. EIGHT WEEKS. EIGHT HORRIBLE WEEKS!

Violet was already panicking about high school, but she was just relieved she told her mom about Tony.

Helen felt sick to her stomach for some odd reason. Emotionally.

Bob was feeling sick at the heart. Emotionally.

"So," Bob said. "Did you read the paper?"

Helen had. "Why don't you read it yourself?"

Bob did. "I did."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

"The thing is, we don't even know if this whole super thing is gonna work out."

"We got paid for that Syndrome thing and the Underminer guy. We're good as it is. We don't need anymore money for now."

"Key words FOR NOW."

"You wanna know what's gonna happen tomorrow?"

"What?" Helen stood up.

"We're going to L.A. We better start packing."

Helen sat right back down, embarrassed. "Uh, right."

Violet turned on the TV. She had finished packing a week ago. She watched Fred.

"Like, totally. Those supers, they're like, super."

"You've said that before, Fred."

"Peanut butter?"

"Okay. Um, congress STILL hasn't made up their mind, but most of them are going a certain way that we aren't telling you."

In the spines of Bob and Helen, a shiver went up and down and up and down. And up and down. They knew this was far from good.

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While packing, the shiver still went up and down Helen's spine. "Honey?"

"Yeah?" said Bob.

"Which was do you think the news meant?"

"The bad way."

"Me too."

Dead silence.

"Why do you think so?"

"We both think so, Helen."

"True, true." (Get it? From that Budweiser commercial? Ha!)

"Helen?"

"What?"

"I'm not too excited about tomorrow."

Helen was shocked at this. "Really? Why?"

"Because," Bob couldn't get it out. "Because, because Sydney called."

Sydney.

No, not Sydney.

Anybody but Sydney.

Those were the exact words running through Helen's head as another shiver went up and down her spine.

I LOVE WRITING WITH FRED. HE SAID PEANUT BUTTER! I love peanut butter. And SpongeBob!

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