Hey look! Is it a bird? Is it a plane? If you think it is, then you must be blind!
It's an update, people! For the first time I have updated on schedule! I feel so proud.
It's more of a filler than anything else. But yeah. Anyways, read along now.
DISCLAIMER: Don't own a thing. Except for the first seven books of the series. But yeah.
"IT'S FRIDAY! FRIDAY! GOTTA GET DOWN ON FRIDAY—"
"SHUT UP!"
It was two months since the Otto, Wing, Shelby and Laura lookalikes arrived at their school. After Andy's initial shock with the four clones, she grudgingly settled with the assumption that they were just crazy fans for the book H.I.V.E. and decided to steal the original characters' looks, however far-fetched that was. After a long and dragging day of school, the end of the week finally came; meaning for two days the students would go home and stay with their families. The Fantabulous Four had it good for that weekend, since Tammy, Nick, and Mel's parents agreed to let them sleep over at Andy's house.
Just because they were having fun though, didn't mean that the rest of their classmates enjoyed their rendition of Friday.
The four girls escaped their classroom before they were attacked by flying textbooks and pencil cases. Before anyone else could get there first, they ran out of the school building and jumped like ninjas into Andy's van.
"Drive us out of this Hell hole, Jarvis!" Andy exclaimed, pointing forward. Jarvis, her family's chauffeur, saluted and drove them out like a man in an action movie.
"You've been missed, Ands." He said, fist bumping his charge. Andy grinned. "You are awesome, you know that?"
"That's why I'm the chauffeur." He replied, smirking. Andy rolled her eyes, before settling into her seat beside her friends. Jarvis turned the sound system on, and hearing the first few notes, they all laughed.
"SEVEN A.M., WAKING UP IN THE MORNING, GOTTA BE FRESH, GOTTA GO DOWNSTAIRS!"
"I'm surprised Jarvis hasn't quit, with all the singing we do."
Once they stopped at Andy's house, they ran out the van, waving the chauffeur good bye. Andy greeted her parents, before racing up the stairs with her friends to her room. They threw all their bags on the floor, before landing on Andy's bed.
"Yeah, I'm surprised he values his job more than his ability to hear." Mel said, sniggering.
"He just loves us that much!" Tammy said, laughing.
"Actually, I'm more shocked about how my mom let me stay over!" Nick said. The other three girls nodded in agreement.
"Yeah." Andy said. "Every single time I ask if you can sleep over, she says no. And I've been asking ever since we were in fourth grade. I wonder what the change was about."
"I don't get it either." Nick said, grabbing a pillow. "When she told me I could go, I literally froze." Her friends gave her odd looks.
"Okay, maybe not literally." She corrected. "But I mean I felt like I froze. When I asked why, she said she wanted to give me some freedom. She even sounded teary and all that shit. She told me how much she loved me and how she would miss me. I mean, it's pretty awesome and all, but still… What the flippin' heck was she talking about?"
"Your mom usually doesn't let you do stuff like this, and normally she isn't that dramatic, so why now?" Tammy said. There was a long silence, until Andy broke it.
"GUYS! Stop worrying!" she said. "This is gonna be the weekend of our lives! At least, until we turn eighteen and can start drinking." She snickered. "Anyways, we should stop asking and start having all the fun we can squeeze into forty-eight hours!"
The other three girls smiled widely. Andy was right; until they all turned eighteen they had to make this their weekend.
Andy brought out a bunch of large soft drink bottles and passed them around. When everyone had their own two liter bottles, she raised her drink and said, "To freedom!"
Everyone cheered, toasting to their short time of freedom.
Once the whole school had been cleared of students, most teachers decided to go out for some drinks and toast to a weekend free of classes. Some went straight home, saying they wanted a little quality time with their families and love muffins. A few stayed at the school to finish a few papers.
Four went to the principal of the school to talk.
"They're going to be picked up tonight, yes?"
The principal of the school sat in her big chair, leaning on her big table, currently filled with big folders filled with files and I.D. pictures of four students.
"Yes." Otto said, leaning casually on his chair. "The rest of the faculty has been informed of their transfer to a prestigious school for advanced individuals. They all think that they're going to be little geniuses in a school that doesn't exist."
The principal chuckled. "Of course they do. That's what they all think when we remove a student in such a way."
"You're no stranger to this, am I right?" Laura asked.
"No." the woman in front of them replied, shaking her head. "I've been doing this for quite a while. Picking students out for our school."
"You are an alumnus, are you not?" Wing asked.
"Of course." She replied. "No one knows about the school besides alumni, G.L.O.V.E., and a few others."
"Those "few others" who do find out usually turn up dead." Shelby added. The principal smiled.
"Of course." She said. She pushed a button on her table, and then a man with glasses filled with wine entered. He placed the glasses in front of them, bowed, and left.
"To the students." The principal said, lifting a glass.
"To their short-lived freedom." Laura added.
"And to H.I.V.E." Otto said, smiling.