Alrighty then, I have, as promised, wrote the next chapter. Hope you like it, enjoy.
Jerry stared into Ellie's face. Her sister was cold, almost lifeless. The symbols on her vanished a few minutes after Ellie had been electrocuted. Jerry brushed a piece of pink hair off of the girl's face. The blonde turned to Yura and Rick, who were still standing in the corner of the room.
"What's wrong with her?" She asked, tearing pouring from her dark eyes. Rick looked from Yura to Jerry. He had a shocked and confused look on his face. He had no idea what to do about this. Contrary to popular belief, Rick wasn't the smartest guy. Heck, Minxie might have been smarter. All the boy could do, was stare at the situation presented before him. Yura sensed that Rick couldn't do anything at the moment. She decided that something had to be done now, before things got too serious.
"We should….., we should get Ellie out of this room." She suggested. Jerry gazed at her friend. Finally, Jerry weakly nodded her head and went over to pick Ellie up by her arms. Rick slowly moved to Ellie's legs and hoisted them up seconds later. The two moved towards the elevator while Yura pulled out her cell phone. She began to dial Minxie's cell phone number. "Well, I guess this counts as something interesting."
Meanwhile, at the Della Robbia household, Minxie was having a pretty good time. Her grandmother's pie was as fabulous as ever and the comedy routine went unplanned as usual. Minxie had this feeling though, that something really important was going on without her knowing. She shrugged the feeling off and continued to enjoy herself. The girl was telling a joke to her cousin, Fluer, when her mother approached her.
"Minxie, we're out of plates and I think there are some in the attic." She explained. "Do you think that you could get them for me?" Minxie gave her mother a questioning look.
"Why are the extra plates in the attic?" The blonde asked. The older women stared at her daughter with narrowed eyes. This quickly made Minxie go up the stairs to the attic door. She opened the attic door and stepped up the stairs to the top.
The attic was pretty dusty and was filled with boxes piled on boxes. Minxie crouched over so she wouldn't hit her head on the roof and began to search the room for the box of plates. Ten minutes later, she had made no progress. Minxie had finished half of the attic and was slowly giving up on her search. She finally, came upon the last of the boxes. One box in particular caught her eye.
It was a medium sized brown box that was covered with layers and layers of dust. Minxie noticed a sloppily drawn smiley face on the side of it. Being the curious girl she was, Minxie carefully got on her knees and leaned towards the box.
"What's this?" She asked herself as she lifted the box lid up. She gazed into the box and its' contents. Inside was a journal, a load of envelopes, and a picture. Minxie picked up the picture and examined it charily. It was a picture of her father at around her age. She could tell this for his spiked hair stuck out. There were four other kids around him, two girls and two boys. Minxie flipped the picture over and names were written in pen on the back. " Yumi, Ulrich, Jeremy, Odd, Aelita." She read. A smile appeared on the girl's face. "I've got to show the gang this!" Suddenly, her cell phone rang loudly in her pocket. The unexpected phone call caused Minxie to jump in surprise. She quickly grabbed the mobile phone and answered it. "Hello, who is this?" the girl's expression immediately turned serious, something that hardly ever happened. "Okay Yura, I'll be right there." Minxie hung up her phone and steadily made her way back down the attic stairs. She was going to have to think of a plan to get out of her house, and fast.
That's it for now. I'll update soon, I hope. Until next time: Peace to the middle east, bath the whales, and pay the hobos.