Chapter 3 – Janet
At 7:30, I sneak into Hilda's room. I crawled on the floor, with my katanas in my hand, over to her bed. I peek over her head up and see her sleeping. Slowly, I bring my katanas up and slice her pillow in half.
Immediately, she wakes up. "What the heck?" She looks over and sees me laughing. "That was my favorite pillow!"
Quietly, I respond with, "You owe me a bag of Doritos." I slowly back out of her room and she just stares at me. I close the door and walk down the hallway like nothing happened. I got a lot of weird looks from other people as they walked to class, probably because I was still holding my katanas.
I met Sam on the basketball court and watched her make a few shots before I went up to her. I pick up the ball as it rolled towards me and throw it at her. She caught it.
"What! That's not fair! It was supposed to hit you!" I find another basketball and throw it at her again. Once again, she catches it. "Let me hit you!"
"Why would I do that?" she asked, and throws the ball back at me. It hits me in the gut.
"Owwwwww. That hurt."
"Well you were supposed to catch it."
"And I didn't. Now I'm going to get a bruise and have a stomach ache all day. Thanks a lot, Sam," I whine.
"You'll be just fine," she replies as she walks back toward the mansion.
"Wait! Don't leave me!" I yell after her. We walk in silence for a moment before I said, "Did you know there's a giant base underneath the school that has a training area and a jet?"
"What? No. How do you know this?" she asked. "Wait, never mind. I don't want to know.
I was about to tell her anyway, when, a hand comes out of nowhere and punches me in the face. "Hilda!" I hear Sam exclaim while I was regaining my eyesight.
"She owes me a pillow," I hear Hilda say. I could see now and Hilda was standing in front of me. She was still in her panda pajamas and hugging half of a torn pillow.
"I was wondering why there were feathers in her hair," Sam says.
"Not until you get me a new bag of Doritos," I say.
She stood for a moment, staring at me until she finally gave in. "Fine, but you have to buy me some ice cream too."
"Not going to happen."
"It was worth a shot," she said.
I hear the bell ring in the school and notice that everyone else had gone inside. "Great, now we're late," Sam whispers. She runs off toward her class while Hilda and I follow at a much slower pace.
"Why's she always have to be on time?" I ask Hilda, "it's not that big of a deal."
"Probably because the teacher would fry us if the professor allowed it," she responds.
"You're probably right, but that doesn't matter to me. I have a healing factor, remember?"
"Yeah, but I don't," she says and runs off.