Misty POV

"What do you think Jeb knows?"

"More than you." Cherry whisper-chirped back. I rolled my eyes. I was watching Jeb through the office window. And yes, I was croutched behind the bushes like a spy, I even had a black shirt on, purely accident but it worked. Anyway, I was waiting till Jeb left the room then I planned on climbing through the conviently opened window to a quick search of his laptop.

Unfortuionatly, that meant I had been here for almost an hour. Why was I so intent to search his laptop? Well ever since the weird conversation we had before going to the Academy, I had been wondering exactly what he knew about me. The perfect place to start: his Itex-brand laptop. Also I didn't trust jeb and his claims of not being evil. I mean, seriously, he mutated his daughter and his niece. You can't go from screwing with innocent childrens' DNA to being good and crap.

An hour and fourty seven minutes of Jeb typing later and I realized this probably wasn't my best idea. Becoming a professional spy wasn't anywhere in my future, if I had one that is.

"Okay, that's it I'm done. He's not leaving anytime soon." I crawled out of the bush and brushed the dirt off my shorts.

"Now you realized that, after we've been out here for at least three hours."

"No one said you had to come. Besides, it hasn't even been two hours yet." Cherry hmphed, anoyed that I was right. I walked through the front door. . .

. . . and ran right into Nudge holding a pair of scissors.

"There you are! Where have you been? Oh never mind, I need to get started on your hair." Oh, right, she still hadn't cut my hair.

Nudge steered me into the bathroom. "I wanted to do it in the kitchen, but Dr. M said that was too messy." I nodded. "Sit." She pointed to the edge of the bathtub. "I know exactly what I'm going to do, it's going to look perfect." Now, normally I would be scared if a twelve year old was cutting my hair, especially when they mentioned the word perfect, but I trusted Nudge. Sort of. Eh as long as it wasn't too short I could get it fixed.

One hour later I was suitibly impressed. My hair went down to just past my shoulders. Nudge had layered it and added side bangs. All in all it looked good.

"Thanks, it looks good." Nudge beamed.

"It looks even better than I expected. Now if only Max would let me style her hair." I left her pondering and headed for the living room. Nothing like good ole' TV to rot your brain cells.

The next few days passed uneventfully (Except for Monday when the toaster got blown up). By the end of the week here's how things stood:

Gazzy and Spike were banned from the kitchen. (Iggy would have been banned too but he was too good of a cook).

The Voice was mysteriously absent.

Fierce and Total wouldn't go in the same room as each other.

And everyone now had good hair because of Nudge.

Over all, things were starting to seem slightly normal. At least what I assumed was normal for a group of twelve bird kids, two humans, and three dogs all living in the same house. God forbid it would stay that way.

Short, and it took forever sorry about that.

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