"Frère Jacques, Frère Jacques, Dormez vous? Dormez vous? Sonnez les matines, Sonnez les matines, Din, din, don! Din, din, don..." my voice echoed. Gently filling the manor with melody, I continued the nursery rhyme for more time than I can remember. I couldn't decide on what to do other than sing to myself. Luncheon was already finished, and my father had taken me home. Any second now and everyone else would be over at my house. I was expecting Edgar, Sam, Dawn, and Elliot, though the list wasn't 'set in stone'. I had spent the last ten minutes making sure everything was clean, but it hadn't been much of a chore since everything was clean anyway. The only concern was in the amount of fur that had been shed across the furniture. My father …show more content…
"Not that I would know, I've only seen it on television. Say, Sylvia? Do you have a shoulder sash?" "I was just doing my best to make a joke. A very small joke. Besides, I do have a green shoulder sash, and could wear my sash around my neck, couldn't I?" I asked, still fixing its position. He smiled. "Go ahead, just try it! There's a button on the front to activate it. It'll beep when it's low on battery life, but it's full, so you have nothing to worry about... I think." "Okay," I replied. I pushed the button. Closing my eyes, I extended my arm in front of me just to get a feel for my orientation. It was like I was trying to perform some sort of psychosomatic force grip. Then, letting out a shallow breath, I began to imagine the very simplest thing to visualize. In front of me, slowly, began to appear a black cube. It didn't look very dense, but there was no way to mistake its glossy blackness for anything but obsidian. "Ha-ha!" he gleefully squealed. "You're freaking doing it!!! Look at you! It's working! It's working! Oh my crap, oh my crap, it …show more content…
"Quick!" said Elliot, "There are people here now! Now that off your neck before... um..." I raised an eyebrow. "This is Edgar, Sam, and Dawn we're talking about. They see your technology all of the time. Besides, didn't you have Dawn over for a strength test?" "Crap... yeah, yeah I did... but... well... well, you don't know!" he answered frantically. "They could be working with some firm or something that wants to buy all of my technology off of me!" Rolling my eyes, I took it off. Holding it in my hands, I gave a sigh. "I'm not sure where I should put this, now. It's kind of... unwieldy." "Don't you have pockets?" he suggested. I sighed. "Yes, yes I do. But you see, I may as well not have pockets at all. Maybe if I really try... I could fit a nickel into them at the most. But, then again, I guess I could put this in my room, this is my house after all. Do you know what you need to do? Invest in a company that makes pants for girls with real pockets in them. Now, that would make you millions." 'Knock Knock Knock!' "Coming!" I shouted, racing to the door. I tossed the band onto a seat, sparing no time at all. Before I knew it, the enormous wooden entrance was
" What is it " I asked looking at them in concern. Voltaire pushes them out the door and hushes them. He brought back a small piece of armor and I looked in the reflection.
"Just the entire thing? I guess..." She looked neither convinced nor impressed by my suggestion. "I don't want to, though. What would I do with a red dress? Maybe if I dyed it black?"
“You 're saying that the weapons we 're depending on may not even fire? And they can 't test them here?” She nodded at my question.
“Well we can’t force feed it to them. Can we?” another man asked, unsure of himself.
Sarai added. “Yes, they were hoping that Malstaire would think it was a common theft for gain.”
"I d-d-don't know! W-w-why don't you go check it out, or are you too scared to?" I mocked her.
It wasn't that late but it wasn't too early either but no one was willing to get up and make breakfast. My thoughts were cut off by Dom walking over and pulling me in the kitchen with him. Concerned about who was watching avo i looked back and saw anna knowing it was ok i turned around and walking in.
I discreetly trudged along behind the other kids. A high school girl announced our competition and paired me into a group with other sheepish freshmen. “Who are you?” I questioned. “Mary, the team captain this past year” she responded.
“I don’t think so, Alison. I told you before, none of those animatronics are real,” I
I picked up the link and held it toward him, the metal oily and strangely skinlike now with the slanting sun entering the window. "Would you care to examine it, Brother? One of our members wore it nineteen years on the chain gang."
“So, you and my brother?” Sam said after a few moments, low enough so the rest of the group couldn’t hear him.
A Wednesday matinee, nonstop rain, many empty seats at the Met, an audience that did not know when to applaud, and didn't seem to care about applauding, either . . . Multiple elements combined to prevent today's Lane-Simkin Giselle from reaching the top-drawer level of last year. That breathless, edge-of-the-seat astonishment which was palpable at Lane's debut performance was missing today. And while a rainy day can put a damper on anything, an electric performance on stage should be able jolt a sleepy, apathetic audience utterly awake.
“Oh, it’s not like that. We had some troubleshooting to do first. We have things under control now. We’ll be rolling by tomorrow.”
"It doesn't matter." I waved off my questions. "But rest assured I really am who I say." He smiled at me.
"This was definitely an awesome experience for me." I thought to myself. "I really hope that I can do it again."