The Bionic in the Basement - Lab Rats

Chapter 12- It's a Bovine Holiday

A/N- No time for long A/Ns, this is a long chapter! (I wrote it after watching Mary Poppins) Check out my side-picture! I'M A FASHION DESIGNER NOW! I also put a Davenport Industries stress ball in there for laughs! Addie (who hacked my account and posted something weird that I deleted) made it for me as an apology to the crap she did earlier today.I forgave her! Please excuse me if I accidentally call Mr. Davenport 'Mr. Davenport' when he's meant to be called 'Dad'. This chapter (minus the cow parts) were originally part of a different story about Lab Rats! ByE

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This morning, I woke up and everything went absolutely correct.

*Reality*

"I can't find my hairbrish!"

"Adam, you're sitting on my microscope!"

"Where's my book report?"

"I lost my backpack!"

"Adam, your sitting on it. AND MY MICROSCOPE!"

"You smudged my nail polish!"

"Don't hog all the cereal!"

"Antidisestablishmentarianism!"

"Chase, that's my shoe!"

"What in the world is going on?" I asked, my bionic siblings in the fine, fine mornin' (I lie).

"We're getting ready for school!" Adam said. But, he had a toothbrush in his mouth, so it sounded like, "Hur ehih ehee ur oo!" Don't ask me how I correctly interpritated that... *COUGHTELEPATHYCOUGH*

"Well, why is it so hectic in here?" I asked them, as I jumped over a puddle of cornflakes. HOW SLOPPY ARE THESE PEOPLE?

"Because it's school." Bree said to me. "Come on, we've gotta go in like, 3 minutes!" 

"What? Three minutes? Mission Creek is like, 4 miles away!" I said.

"I know, but we've got super speed. We'll be there in three seconds flat." Bree said with a desmonstrating snap. Is demonstrating even a word? I know demonstrative is a literary term, so that can't be it. I do not know.

"Come on, get dressed!" Tasha ordered me. "You guys have to ge- IYEEP!" She squeaked when she saw me. 

#confusion

"What?" I asked her. "Is my hair sticking up or something?" 

She just kept staring at me. Yes, yes, yes, I know I'm beautiful. It's been established. You're feeding my ego. Seriously tho.

"Eden, what ARE you wearing?"

I looked down. I was wearing my white button up pajams and matching slippers. The only thing was, those pajamas were cow-patterned, and I had paired them with cow slippers that made 'MOO' sound effects when you step on them. Dad bought me some pajamas. Yeah.

"Um, my pajamas?" I said awkwardly.

"Well, why don't you get changed?" Tasha suggested.

"Alright, okay, I'm going." I said, as though she was rushing me. She wasn't though. I JUST CAN'T BE NORMAL. I just walked down to the lab in my 'moo'ing shoes so I could change.

"Moo, moo, moo, moo, moo..."

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"Alright Eden, welcome to school!" Leo chirped.

"Yay!" I squeaked. (Okay, so now we're mice and birds. I mean like, CINDERELLA BOOM.

“Listen up, future freakshows and fry cooks of America!” Principal Perry screamed, storming out of her office in her grey pantsuit. Okay, so, somebody likes to whiz in here wheat puffs, because she hasn't changed since, like, three days ago. I WAS NOT COUNTING. “In 3 weeks, we’ll be putting on a school play. After a lot of being put down by the school board because my play ideas were ‘violent’ and ‘could harm human life forms’, Mrs. Buckle, the drama nerd, has decided on ‘Mary Poppins’. Now, instead of having play try-outs, because, boring! We are gonna draft students randomly from the crowd. So…” She turned towards me, and grinned wickedly. Oh no, oh no, was she gonna choose me? I can’t act!