A/N : Nothing much to say, except thanks for booklover613 for reviewing first! I'm really sorry it took so long, I have so much homework… that I keep procrastinating.
Disclaimer : I do not own The Mysterious Benedict Society.
After the Washingtons had arrived, the adults had rushed to the kitchen. Even in the wide mansion, no one needed directions, as they were all familiar with each other. At any rate, all they had needed to do was fallow the delicious smell wafting from the kitchen as the booming laughter of Moocho help guide them.
Meanwhile, another group decided to go up to Constance's (thanks to Kate) now clean room. To an outsider, this would be a strange foursome; a tall, blond girl practically radiating confidence would be hard to find with two boys that were clearly smart and bookish people. Including a short, rounded, seven year old mixed in with the teenagers, and even a one-year-old infant would be able to see that this was a unique friendship held together with a unique bond.
Constance was sitting on her bed, and the others were sitting down on the floor, Kate and Reynie happily exchanging familiar greetings to Sticky.
Sticky had turned very different, no longer bald, he had a short, neat haircut, but he still wore the usual spectacles. Constance cleared her throat, "I want to start the reading!" she said.
Reynie and Sticky looked up from their conversation about a particular chess game, "Okay," Reynie said, "What's the title?"
Constance flipped open the box and peered inside, then carefully took out a dusty sheet of paper, "All Offense Intended," she read, a small smile on her face.
Kate laughed, "That sounds like you alright! When did you write this one?"
"During the test," Constance said, "when we all first came here."
All Offense Intended
Impossible, laughable, sad, and ridiculous,
tragic, too much, weird and preposterous,
"This starts off on a good note," Kate said sarcastically.
"Well, these are really good adjectives," Sticky said, "just… not very pleasant ones."
"I'm guessing this is about the test?" Reynie said.
"You guessed right," Constance said, whiting she had some candy, "but you usually do."
the list keeps going and going,
so long, so pointless and boring!
My pen cannot take a rest!
For the list of adjectives describing this test -
is unending, I have to write, jot and scribble,
phrases such as 'making me drool and dribble.'
This test is full of idiotic facts and trivia,
Sticky looked taken aback, "Actually the questions are all about important historical events or needed scientific facts! They also had a selection on some vocabulary words that you would like, Constance -"
He was cut off by Constance yelling out the next words.
that no person should know unless they were born in Kalivia.
Sticky looked offended, "I wasn't born in Kalivia. That's not even a real place."
Constance rolled her eyes, "I know, the line said, 'no person should know' so no one should know, because no one was born in Kalivia."
"There isn't a Kalivia!" Sticky said, frustrated.
"My point exactly," Constance said smugly.
Reynie was laughing, "That one was really good!"
"What do you mean by that?" Constance snapped. "All my poems are good!" she insisted.
"Yes," Kate admitted, exchanging a glance with Sticky, "but they're also kind of insulting."
Sticky and Reynie nodded, Sticky added, "They're also mostly about us."
Constance shrugged, "It's funnier that way," she said, "there's no point in insulting someone you don't know." She grinned, "Here's another one. I wrote two poems during that test. It took forever, for it to be over!"\
"Stop rhyming and just read," Kate said cheerfully, which caused Constance to glare at her before reading.
Wrong Rules Do Not Rule
"Nice alliteration," Reynie said carefully, "but that's a little hypocritical of you, isn't it?"
Constance huffed, "What makes you say that?"
"You were breaking the rules just by writing this poem," he pointed out, "we were supposed to take the test."
She stuck her tounge out at him childishly, (she was still a child) before continuing.
If that's not enough, see what else is odd!
The rules!
They aren't like any peas in a pod.
With a hole in the middle,
like a broken old fiddle,
reminding me of a nut made of dough,
Hollow is to it,
as jiggly is to Jell-O!
The rules, and their flaky bereft,
evokes me and enrages me
to remember that bakery theft!
"That must be the rhyme that Mr. Benedict liked so much," Sticky commented.
"When?" Constance asked, momentarily distracted.
"Before we all met, when you were in the maze," Kate laughed, "having a picnic."
Rules that break the rule of order,
makes as much sense
as a banana peel hoarder!
"Banana peel hoarder?" Reynie asked incredulously, "Banana peel hoarder?"
"Yes," Constance sai cheekily, "banana peel hoarder."
I've scrawled down my thought(s),
and written my reasons
and expounded a lot
of why I would rather become a Hollywood dancer,
than to follow the rules
and read all questions and answer,
and why I would rather eat a bowl of hay
than to take my pencil
and circle an A!
"That was a good one too," Kate said.
"Didn't I say that all my poems are good?" Constance asked.
"Well, our version of 'good' is going to mean that it didn't insult any of us in any way," Reynie said.
Constance shrugged and turned the page, grinning at the next poem, "Then the next poem is going to be really bad for you three."
No plot, it's a Reading the Poems fic! I've always wanted to do a RTB fic, but they're being taken down, so I went along with these… I hope you people like it! Please review, I'll take flamers.