Disclaimer: Really, do I really need one? *grumbles* Fine…I don't own anything. Whoop Dee Do.
Ok, let me get one thing straight. ALL my stories are usually in Amy's POV. The only reason that the POV might change would be if I wanted to show what another character is doing or feeling OR if Amy died or something. Okay?
I'm sorry. I'm in a bit of a bad mood. Stupid Dentist…
From now on, I am answering reviews!
Bookgirl39: Cute. :D Your reviews always amuse me. :)
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Anyways! On with the story!
I was sleeping peacefully in my bed when a certain dweeb snuck in my room and poured a bucket of mysterious liquid all over me. As I was trying to figure out what he had mercilessly dumped on me, I fell out of bed and hit my wrist on the bedside table.
"Dan!" I screamed at the laughing boy, and began to run after him. I stopped when I smelled something rotten.
I sniffed the air like a dog, trying to find the source. I raised a liquid-covered arm to my nose and took a whiff. I staggered back from the stench. What the heck had Dan poured on me? I shed my clothes and stepped in the shower as fast as I could. It wasn't fun to be covered in goo.
While I was in the shower, everything from last night came back to me. Yelling at Ian was the most vivid of the memories. I instantly felt bad. He didn't deserve to be yelled at. Especially, the comment about how this "Brian" was nothing like him. That was uncalled for.
Above the noise of the shower, I heard a heavy knock on my door. I quickly turned off the water and wrapped myself up in a towel.
"Yes?" I said through the door.
"Breakfast in five minutes," Fiske's voice was muffled. I heard his receding footsteps as he walked down the hall.
I grabbed some clothes and dried my hair. I ran a brush through it, smoothing it out. My stomach rumbled and that was my cue. I walked down to breakfast and everyone was already there. They turned their attention to me as I took a seat. I blushed at their gazes and I averted my eyes to the plate of waffles in front of me.
Breakfast was relatively quiet except for the occasional argument between Natalie and Dan. I noticed that Fiske was absent from the table. That was kind of ironic because he was the one who had told me to come in the first place.
"So Ted, how is your flying toaster working out?" Sinead asked her brother, desperately trying to start a conversation.
"Good! It can cook four pieces of toast at the same time and it can soar to heights up to thirty feet!" Ted and Ned slapped a high-five.
"Why on Earth, would you make a flying toaster?" Natalie asked.
"For entertainment, unlike you would know what that is." Ned retorted.
Natalie scoffed. "I know what entertainment is! I am Ms. Entertainment."
"I thought you were Ms. Stuck-Up-Snob-Cobra." Dan said with a mouthful of waffles. Natalie pulled out her dart gun.
"What was that?" Natalie asked, sweetly.
"Nothing." Dan grumbled, defeated. He took another bite.
"That's what I thought." Natalie said, and that was the end of that conversation.
"Thursday, right?" Hamilton asked. Everyone knew what he was talking about.
"Yeah," Jonah answered. Wait…Thursday? Isn't that my-
My thoughts were cut off as I stood up quickly, knocking my chair back in the process. "Thursday!" I realized it was my birthday.
"Yes, that's the day after Wednesday." Dan said slowly as if he was talking to a first grader. Realization passed over his face. "Thursday!" He shouted.
"I think we've covered that." Ian said, looking back in forth between us.
"That's-" Dan began.
I didn't want anyone to know though. I didn't want them to worry and try to get me a present. So I cut off Dan's sentence by chucking a waffle at him.
"Hey!"
When I realized what I had done, I covered my mouth in surprise. Then I tried to hide a spreading smile. Dan wiped syrup off his face and threw a waffle in my direction. I ducked and it hit Natalie.
"Daniel!" She cried, and sent some of her breakfast at him.
He dodged it and it hit Madison. Before I knew it, everyone was throwing waffles at each other. I crawled under the table, trying to avoid the flying edible projectiles, but ended up getting out because Alistair was already down there. I stood back up and hit Sinead in the arm with a waffle.
"What in the world is going on here?" A voice thundered, and we all froze in various positions.
"Uh…?" Nobody could come up with something that would excuse our behavior.
"You will clean up this mess right this instant." Fiske commanded. There was a chorus of "Yes, Fiske."
We went to work, cleaning up syrup and picking up waffle pieces. I started to scrape some butter off the wall.
"You're not going to start singing again?" Jonah asked, and I turned red.
"Shut it." I responded, and went back to the task at hand.
"Need some help?" A voice said behind me. I didn't need to turn around to see who it was.
"No, it's okay." I said, and I heard Ian walk away. "Wait!" I stopped him.
"Yes?" He walked back over to me. I glanced down at feet and raked a piece of hair behind my ear.
"I uh, wanted to a-apologize for yesterday. I d-didn't mean what I s-said. I'm s-sorry." I stuttered miserably. "You should know t-that-"
"That this 'Brian' isn't real?" He finished for me. I looked up at him, expecting to get yelled at. However, his eyes were playful. "Relax, love. I'm not going to hit you or something." He said, noticing how I had tensed up. He chuckled.
I gave a weak laugh and turned my attention to the dirty wall.
~after many, many years of cleaning…or like ten minutes~
"Alright, everyone meet in the living room in five minutes." Fiske said, still giving disappointed looks at some of us.
Once everyone had gotten in the same room, Fiske showed us a large white board with drawings on it.
"This," he pointed to a lay out to a building. "-is the Vesper base." The drawing had a series of twists and openings. Basically, it looked very complex.
"Oh, shoot." Dan said. That was the understatement of the century.
"It's not difficult if you know the correct route." Fiske told us. "And I am here to teach you it. First you start here. Then you take a right, but you have to be careful for the electrical force field is directly in front of you…"
I saw the Holts and Dan slump in their chairs. Truthfully, I felt the same way, but I shook it off and held my head high as I listened to Fiske's lecture.
"After you take three flights of stairs up, take a left and it will lead you to the main chamber. There, you'll be able to deactivate the alarm system and roam freely among the others without being detected. You still have to be on your guard though because…"
I loved to hear people talk and I would absorb all the information, but now I was impatient and jumpy. Maybe it was from my morphing and my inner wolf was wanting to get out or whatever. I looked around and saw Natalie's eyes close. The only ones who were still paying attention where Alistair, Sinead, Ted, Ned, and Ian.
"Now, Fiske, if we go to the conference room. Won't they be able to tell us apart from other Vespers?" Alistair spoke up. I honestly had no idea what he was talking about.
"No because you will have disguises on. After that, you'll go down this hallway and keep going straight until you reach the power supply…" He continued his lecture and I saw Ian lean back in his chair.
I felt my eyelids droop and I joined the rest of the family in sleep.
~all boring lectures aside…~
A snap of a ruler jolted me out of unconsciousness.
"Were you even paying attention?" Nobody bothered to answer. The Starlings and Alistair looked at us with scolding eyes.
"Now, if you pay attention, we can proceed. Any questions so far?" He looked at the Ekats. Sinead raised her hand.
"Yes, I was wondering how the Vespers are even going to use the shield. It's made for Cahill, so why bother?" She said.
"Excellent question, Sinead. You see, the Vespers are very intelligent. I'm sure they will be able to use the shield to make a copy of it for their own use, but it will work for Vespers. Now, do we want a bunch of Vesper dragons flying around?" Everyone shook their head.
"Now back to what I was saying. If you get into the stronghold unharmed…"
Here we go…
A/N: That last line made me laugh. :) That's how I feel in Math class. No offence to all those math-lovers out there. Anyways, I hope you liked it!
~Nataliya
I can't believe I'm doing this…I will be ashamed forever.
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