I'M BACK BABY! I! AM! BACK! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
So... How're you guys?
Yes it's been 7 months! Yes I'm sorry! Yes I'm on my knees begging for forgiveness! Yes I... have run out of things to say! But anyways!
My plan is to upload a chapter for at least one story every day this holiday, so if I ever deviate from this. Someone has to slap me! Tina, Adele and that lot! I'm looking at you! Get slapping!
I'm sorry, but you may have to re-read the story, cuz I'm not putting a catch up... But hey! You will have forgotten all my awesome jokes that are awesome! So there's something!
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"It's rule changing time!" Hannah called up the stairs. The sounds of children cheering echoed back down to her.
Phillip however, was not so excited.
He stomped into the living room, his face red and pouty, he looked like he was holding liquid in his cheeks, ready to do a spit take when his world was turned upside down by Hannah and her Hello Kitty notepad.
Said Hello Kitty notepad was being drummed on in a nervous fashion by Hannah, who desperately hoped she was doing right by these children by giving them more freedom. She knew that the way they were being treated wasn't right, but what if it went too far and someone got hurt?
Her inner turmoil was interrupted by Jane and Michael running down the stairs and grinning at her, she grinned right back at them, gestured for them to sit at the table and got started.
"Okay, first rule is, we're keeping Nilsson."
The children cheered while Phillip scowled. "We can't afford a servant!"
"He's not a servant, he's hired help. And he's paid yearly so you don't have to pay anything. Now shut up and sit down like a good boy."
Once she was satisfied that Phillip was sitting with his tail between his legs like she wanted, Hannah continued.
"Rule number two, we're decorating your bedrooms!"
Her next sentence was practically drowned out by the extraordinarily happy children. "And we're getting rid of any items that are unsuitable for children!"
Phillip jumped up. "What items?!"
"Oh you know; gruesome paintings of hell with a caption "If you don't do what Father says, this'll happen!", many, many Bibles, chastity belts, and I swear I saw a few racist, homophobic and generally intolerant t-shirts in there, that I'm guessing were given by you."
"Why are they unsuitable for children?"
Hannah stared at his blank expression. "They just are Phillip. Now! Rule number three!"
"Instead of doing chores, you're gonna have fun instead!"
The kids were so happy, a bunny died. A bunny died, from all this happiness. A dead bunny. It wasn't in the house or anything; in fact these children probably weren't aware that their happiness killed a helpless animal. But a bunny died. Because they were happy.
"Rule number 4! I'm giving you all an hour a week, to vent out all your rage at Phillip. I think it'll be good for all of you, so spend this week thinking of topics to yell at him with!"
The children looked almost crazed with happiness, at Hannah's urging they ran upstairs to write down some good insults, put all the inappropriate stuff in a pile on the floor, and design their new rooms.
Hannah turned to Phillip. "There's just one more rule that I didn't want the children to hear. Your mistress is banned from the house, you will not meet with her within a mile of the children Do you understand me?"
"You have no right to dictate what I do!" Phillip spat. "They're my children!"
"And you're parading a woman who isn't your wife in front of them!" Hannah replied. "It's the rules of the show Phillip, you agreed to them, so I'm in charge."
And with that, Hannah stomped outside to help Nilsson with his bags, Phillip huffed.
"I hope Danielle is having a better time than I am."
…
"You cretins need to get to school!" Danielle yelled up the stairs.
"Did you just call me a cretin?!" Delos yelled back.
"Yes I did! Now get to school!"
The Daybreakers slowly trudged down the stairs, each one pouting and glaring at the evil woman. They'd hoped she'd forget about the stupid rule…
"Goodbye kiddies! Have a nice day!" Quinn called to them from the living room. Danielle just looked at him.
"You're making me go too, aren't you?" Quinn asked.
"Yep."
"Damn…"
…
"School isn't so bad!" Quinn exclaimed as he walked down the hallway with Delos and Ash. "There are lots of lovely people here!"
Ash's eyes widened in surprise. "The people are generally the worst part of school…"
"But they're all so nice!" Quinn grinned at a girl in a mini-skirt as she giggled and waved at him. "See! Lovely people everywhere!"
Ten lockers behind him, Rashel growled.
"What's wrong, Rashel?" Jez asked, falling into Rashel's step with Gillian in tow.
"Everyone keeps giving Quinn googly eyes!" Rashel exclaimed.
"Even though he's so short?" Jez asked.
Rashel glared at her, too annoyed to even laugh about her vertically challenged soulmate.
"You should do what I did." Gillian told her.
"What did you do?" Rashel asked, just as David walked around the corner wearing a t-shirt with the words: "Property of Gillian Blackthorn" on it.
Rashel grinned, clearly happy with the idea, Jez frowned.
"Why'd you take Morgead's last name again?"
"So people from Pennsylvania can't track me here." Gillian answered.
"I swear, one of these days Morgy is gonna adopt you…" Jez claimed with a smirk.
Gillian shrugged.
"Hey guys, how's it goin'?" Morgead asked, bounding up behind them.
"DADDY!" Gillian cried and flung herself into his arms.
Morgead hugged her then swung her onto his shoulders like nothing happened.
"So what's up?" He asked.
"Just talking…" Rashel started.
"More like ranting…" Gillian whisper-interrupted into Morgead's ear.
"…About people googly eyeing our soulmates." Rashel continued as if the tiny witch hadn't spoken.
"How did Jez claim you, Morgy?" Gillian asked from her perch on Morgead's shoulders.
He lifted his shirt to show Jez's name scribbled on his chest in sharpie.
"Eeeep, way to claim your favourite part, Jez…" Rashel mumbled, Jez smiled sweetly in response.
"That isn't my favourite part, but I got that one covered too! Off with your pants Morgy!" She laughed.
"NO! NOT WHILE I'M ON HIS SHOULDERS!" Gillian screamed when Morgead stopped gripping one of her ankles to pull down his flies.
"Okay, we don't need to see it." Rashel reasoned. "But I do want to know… is it on the front or the back?"
Jez grinned, "Both! Come along, Morgy!"
Morgead trotted off like a good little puppy with Gillian still on his back. Rashel tried to get that image out of her head before art class, so she wouldn't accidentally draw it, scarring innocent people for life…