Middle Sister, this idea came from you and I was able to come up with a case where Eadlyn takes the picture.


Photo #28: Build a Trap

Eadlyn has a very good recollection of the next photo, considering the fact that she was the one who took it. The picture takes place in the early hours of the morning and is of her parents sleeping together. It's nothing out of the norm, except for the fact that Osten asked her to take the photo to show off the lovely rainbow assortment he made all over their bedroom floor.

Osten was always the most creative sibling...just not in the way everyone thought. In a way, one could say that he inherited his mother's artistic side but not in the typical arts like music or painting. If the art of pranking can be considered as a legitimate form of art, then he was the best artist there was. But to formally call Osten an artist, he could be categorized as a sculptor or even an architect. The only problem is that he didn't make sculptors or buildings.

Osten specializes in crafting traps made for the victims of his pranks.

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Eadlyn was up early one morning, trying another attempt at running a mile in or under seven minutes. She wasn't able to do it, but it was a valiant attempt and she has a new personal best. She would usually finish her run before everyone was awake, so it strikes her as odd when she sees Osten sneaking out of their parents' room - especially since he doesn't sleep there.

"Osten!" Eadlyn exclaims softly, making Osten jump a little. "What were you doing in there?!"

"Can you take a picture?" Osten asks, avoiding her question and handing Eadlyn their father's camera.

Eadlyn takes the camera in her hands. A part of her believes that she should ask Osten why he was in their parents' room and why he's giving her a camera. It's Osten, she most likely wouldn't want to know.

"Why?" Is all Eadlyn feels is appropriate to ask.

Osten slowly opens the bedroom door of her parents. He opens an arm out to show Eadlyn the lovely flooring he placed. Eadlyn's jaw drops to their new floor plan. Osten actually took the time to make a carpet of Legos that covered every square inch of their bedroom floor. Osten gives Eadlyn a devilish smile full of pride. Eadlyn doesn't know if it's because she's still catching her breath from her run or the shock of Osten's prank, but she literally has no words.

"Wow," Aspen says, approaching them from behind. He looks at the Legos and has a look of admiration on his face. "We should've used that when the rebels were still around."

Osten laughs excitedly, clapping a little. Eadlyn gives Aspen a little glare telling him not to give her little brother any kind of praise for this. Aspen playfully shrugs as he continues his patrol across the palace.

"Eady...take a picture," Osten begs, tugging on her pant leg.

"Fine," Eadlyn states.

Normally, she would be against this, but this photo could be used as evidence against this playful crime. Eadlyn takes a picture and hands Osten back the camera.

"Here, you happy?" Eadlyn asks.

Osten nods, bobbing his head up and down like a bobble head. Eadlyn can't help but to smile at the sight of her little troublemaker-of-a-brother happy. She ruffles his hair.

"What are you two doing?" The muffled voice of Maxon asks them as he slowly wakes up.

Osten runs off in a hurry, leaving Eadlyn alone. Maxon and America look at their eldest daughter and Eadlyn is trying to come up with something to say. From her parent's eyes, they see their daughter who's sweating and panting at their doorway, holding a camera. Eadlyn turns to look for Osten, but the little one is nowhere to be seen.

"Mom, Dad..." Eadlyn starts nervously. She has nothing. Eadlyn just shrugs a little.

America peers over her bedside and is about to step out, but looks at the ground below her feet and immediately pulls them back up in recognition of what covers the floor. what's covering her floor. When she sees Maxon try to get out of bed, she grabs his arm. Maxon looks over the bed, and sees the whole floor replaced with Legos. Maxon huffs a frustrated breath as he gives Eadlyn another look. Eadlyn just shrugs again.

"Maxon, how do we get out of this?" America asks him.

"What do you mean, 'how do we get out of this?'" Maxon mocks his wife. "We just step out and go scold our son."

"It isn't that simple," Eadlyn pipes in.

"This is a child's toy," Maxon argues. "Not a bear trap."

America holds her knees at her chest and begins rocking back and forth. Maxon takes another breath as he steps out of the bed, barefoot on the Legos. Maxon curses in pain as he jumps back into bed. America and Eadlyn bring a hand to their mouth, muffling their laughter. They know that stepping on a Lego is arguably worse than stepping on rocks that have been lying in the humid heat on a hot summer day.

"Osten Schreave!" Maxon screams at the top of his lungs. "You clean this mess up right now or I am banning Legos from this country!"


I really like this chapter. I think it's cute and funny.

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