Let's play: Get to Know Your OC Through Random Questions Asked by the Original Characters! Yay. Anyway, here's another chapter. I know it hasn't been very interesting, and everything seems pretty generic so far, but it does get better. And if you're not interested and you find this boring, that's fine. You're entitled to your own opinion. Not every story can be for every person. I dunno, man.

"Favorite color?"

"Black."

"Favorite book or book series?"

"Maximum Ride by James Patterson."

"Animal?"

"Bird obviously. Raven to be more specific."

"Song?"

"'Monster' by Imagine Dragons."

"Flavor of toast?"

"Uh…toast flavored?"

The four kids were shooting off questions like bullets from a rifle, and I was trying to answer them as quickly as I could. It was kind of fun, I have to admit.

We had just finished supper, which was not cow brains and short cake by the way, and were all sitting on the couch. The TV was running, but no one was paying attention. Apparently, I was more interesting than this weird show called Lab Rats.

"Guys, stop asking Emily so many questions. You're bugging her," Tasha scolded.

"No, it's fine, Mrs. Davenport," I reassured.

"Really? Well, okay. And you can call me Tasha."

"Alright, I will, Tasha." I rolled the name around in my mouth, trying to get used to the feeling of it.

Just then, Mr. Davenport came in carrying a box of metal and electronic junk. "Hey, guys, I'm just throwing this stuff away."

"Uh, Mr. Davenport, can I use those, if you're throwing it away and all?" I asked.

He looked at me suspiciously. "Why?"

"I want to make myself a new cell phone. My last one fell out of my pocket on a long flight."

He was still wary, but I could tell that even if he didn't respect me as a person, he respected me as an inventor. "Fine, just don't make a mess or anything."

I raised an eyebrow. "Make a mess? What am I? Two?"

The exasperation was clear on his face. "Whatever. You know what I mean."

I smiled sarcastically. "Yeah, unfortunately, I do."

He rolled his eyes and dropped the box on the kitchen counter, making sure to make a loud noise that my sensitive hearing didn't like. He then stalked off, looking very annoyed.

I sighed and slipped off the couch. After rummaging through the box of scraps, I nodded to myself, satisfied with the supplies. The four teenagers came over and stood next to me. I could already hear the unspoken question.

"Do you guys want to help me?" I asked.

They all agreed, not surprisingly. We walked over to the elevator with me in the lead with my box. We went down to the lab and set up the stuff on a spare table. "Alright, do you guys know how to make a cell phone?"

Chase nodded. Bree and Leo looked uncertain but shrugged. Adam just stared at me blankly. "Well, if you don't, I'll show you," I told them, directing most of it to Adam.

We worked on it for a couple hours. Time seemed to fly as Chase and I did most of the work and Bree, Leo, and Adam helped out once they got the hang of it. It took several tries, but we finally got the perfect model.

"Wow, this thing is more loaded than the new E-Phone," Leo said.

"Can I have one?" Bree asked.

"It's shiny." Adam reached out to touch it, but Chase grabbed his arm.

"Yes, it is 'loaded' and 'shiny,' and I'll help you make your own, Bree," I told them.

Chase held up the design plans he had made. "Is this right?"

I took it from him and scanned it over. "Yeah, look's perfect. Hey, what time is it?"

"It's time for you to go," Eddy cackled, suddenly coming on.

I rolled my eyes and pressed a button on my new phone. "It's eleven already? Wow, we must have taken longer than we thought."

Just then, Mr. Davenport walked through. "What are you guys doing up this late? Don't you know it's eleven?"

Adam snickered. "Well, we didn't not know it was eleven." He winked, and everybody rolled their eyes.

Donald sighed. "Just go to bed." He glared at me one last time before heading back.

"Wait, where's Emily going to sleep?" Chase called just as the elevator doors dinged closed. He turned to me. "I'm sure we'll find somewhere for you to sleep."

I scoffed. "I sleep in trees most of the time. I can just stay up there." I pointed to the rafters.

"Are you sure?" When I nodded, he shrugged. "If you really want to…"

"Night, guys," Leo said, heading toward the elevator.

"Night, Leo," we called in unison.

I smiled. It was only the first day, and I was already feeling like one of them.

Since I was only thirteen, Mr. Davenport wouldn't let me go to school with the others. I stayed at the house, mainly spending my time in the lab trying to find something else to make with the spares we didn't use.

Suddenly, my phone buzzed, and the caller ID said it was Adam. I answered it, and his voice came through, as clear as if he was standing right beside me. "Hey, Emily."

"Hi, Adam. Uh, aren't you supposed to be in math class right now?"

"Yeah, but I got so bored I had to ask the teacher to go to the bathroom."

"You really shouldn't be calling during school, especially after you've just lied to a teacher."

"Ugh, you sound like Chase. Well, my five minutes are up. Gotta go."

"Wait, your teacher gives you a limit on bathroom breaks?"

"Duh, I've taken so many she has to."

"Um…okay then. Bye."

"Bye-bye." And he hung up.

I stared at the phone, deep in thought. I was still doing so as Chase came in. I turned around in my seat to face him. "Okay, please don't tell me you're skipping class too, or you're just going to ruin high school for me."

He smiled. "No, my teacher said that I could go home because I had already done all this week's work. Bummer, right?"

I sighed with relief. "Adam just called me from the bathroom at school because he was bored. At least I know my phone is working."

He shrugged. "What's that?" he asked, pointing at something in front of me.

"Oh, that's a device I've been working on. I heard you've been having trouble with Krane and thought it would help."

"Okay, well thank you." His brow furrowed. "Wait, do you know Krane?"

"Yeah, as soon as he found out there was another potential threat, he started hunting me down. He's the one who gave me this." I lifted my shirt slightly to show two twin burn marks on my abdomen.

"Ouch." Chase winced in sympathy. "So, what does that do?"

I smiled slyly. "It's a surprise."

He backed up a step. "Please tell me I'm not going to be the practice dummy."

I shook my head, my smile becoming genuine. "Nope, I think I'll let Adam have that job."

We grinned at each other, but the moment didn't last nearly enough. "Want to help me?"

"Sure." He came over, and we worked like that, side by side, until Adam, Bree, and Leo finally came home from school.

"What's that?" Bree asked, pointing at the cloth and the thing lying underneath it.

"It's a surprise," Chase said, mimicking both my words and my smile.

"Well, whatever it is, just keep it ten miles from Leo, and I think we'll be safe," Adam told us.

"Hey!" Leo protested.

"Well, we'll just see about that," I said, a mischievous light in my eyes. "Let's see, who should I try this out on first…? Okay, teeny, tiny, little, Adam." I pointed my fingers at each of the three with each word. First, Leo, Bree, Leo, and finally landing on Adam.

Without hesitation, I whipped out the ray gun from beneath its cover and pointed it at the tallest bionic. I shot it at him point blank. Suddenly, he collapsed to the ground.

"Whoa, what did you do to him?" Leo asked.

"This is a nerve gun. It shoots an invisible ray of nerve-attacking particles. They–how do I put it?–tickle the person. Even if the person isn't particularly ticklish, it'll still work. It's not dangerous, but it's effective and definitely distracts the enemy for as long as you want. That's the beauty of it."

"Wow, I've never seen him like this," Bree said, staring at her older brother, who was rolling around on the ground with laughter.

"It's genius!" Leo exclaimed. "And really funny to watch."

We all had to admit that watching poor Adam roll around on the ground and laughing his lungs out was pretty funny. I finally turned the gun off. Adam immediately went limp and stared up at the ceiling, a huge grin on his face.

Suddenly, he jumped up, still smiling. "Let's do that again!"

And we were all laughing just as hard as he had been just seconds before.

daphrose: Hey again. I know, and I'm starting to get the feeling that this is what this story is turning out to be. I'm trying to get to the better, more unique part faster, but I don't know if it helps. I'll just have to wait and see how this goes.