The Battle of the Wasps.

Chapter One

<This part was written by Triceratops>

Triceratops' POV

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It was a typical hot day in Florida and we were at the Masjid we have gone to since we were children. Me and one of my younger sisters, Hamiltrash, were here with our youngest sister, who was going to be practicing for our graduation. 

This might all seem strange to you, so let me explain. The masjid my family and I have been going to also has a Saturday-Sunday school that we are enrolled in. Every year, at the end of the school year, the masjid hosts a graduation complete with various things the younger children have learned as well as food. And oh boy, they have some good food.

So there we were, pulling into the from of the newest masjid in our moms van. "Have fun, and text me when you're done." She calls out to us, the last part aimed at me. I nod and we head inside.

That day, I was wearing a navy blue skirt with my trademark hippie shirt, black long sleeve with white print that says, 'We live by the sun, We feel by the moon' or something like that. And to pull it all together, I had a scarf that had a beige background and floral print.

We walked inside the oldest masjid they had there, which was were they had our classes. Before heading in, we slipped off our shoes from our socked feet and put them on the rack. And then I lead my sisters inside, pushing the meta door open. Stepping inside, the semi-cold air conditioning hit me in the face, relieving me from the heat. 

Immediately, the Sheikh told our youngest sister to go ahead, and then turned to us. "You guys have nothing scheduled for today, so you are free to go home." But our mom had already left, so we decided to just roam around.

Our adventure started in the playground for the lower classes. What? It's fun there. We just sat there on the roundabout, spinning mindlessly. We didn't need to have any conversation, we just sat together. 

After a while, two of our friends came over, and we got up and played around in the playground, almost as though we weren't 13 and 12. When the playground got boring, and we were all sweating, we went into the kitchen for some water, which was satisfyingly cold.

Hamiltrash and one of our two friends left to somewhere, and it was me and our other friend. We discovered a pot of coffee, and upon a quick 'Hey, I bet you won't be able to drink this,' I decided to drink it. 

Our friend poured some coffee into a styrofoam cup and added heaps of powdered creamer into it, making it lumpy. Handing me the cup, my stomach tensed. This didn't look good at all, what with lumps floating in it. Beyond the taunting cup of lumpy coffee was my friend, grinning crazily at me. 

I decided whatever, it won't kill me, and grabbed the cup from her. I hesitantly put it to my mouth, and took a sip, to taste if this would kill me. It was overly sweet, to the point where I almost gagged. It wasn't too bad though. I pulled a face and said "It's way too sweet." She just laughed at me.

Not backing from my dare though, I drank the whole thing, wondering how hyper this would make me. Setting down the now empty cup, a buzz started going through my body. 

'Oh great, this is when I start getting hyper,' I thought to myself. I tried my best to hide it, but failed. My hands started shaking and I tapped my foot. Feeling the need to move around, I slide out of the booth we were sitting at, down the rest of my water, and leave with my friend, on a quest to find our two missing comrades, one of which was my sister, so it wasn't like I could lose her. 

We walked to the newer masjid, and walked up the ramp to the women's area, where we were met with a bathroom, and then the washroom.Seeing as they weren't in the bathroom, we decided to check the park, where we found them. I wanted to go back to the new masjid, as did Hamiltrash, but our friends wanted to stay at the park. 

So we split up, me and Hamiltrash leaving our friends. I felt a pang of guilt strike my body. But we continued to talk away, and up the ramp, into the women area yet again. This time, we walked past the bathroom and the washroom, heading to an area which lead to a flight of stairs, which we then climbed. 

Knowing this whole area of masjid's for pretty much our whole lives, we knew that at the top of the stairs was an area for our shoes and a heavy door leading inside the actual prayer area. After taking our shoes off, we opened the door with slight difficulty due to both of us being weak.

At this time, we hadn't noticed that there was something out to get us. We sat inside the women area for a bit, looking at the children practice in the mens area for a while before settling in a corner on the far side of the room. We grabbed two pillows, one for each, and laid down. We talked for a while, and then tried to take a nap. 

But neither of us could sleep, so we decided to leave and walk around. Putting our things back, we left the women area, the door closing behind us. Hamiltrash tapped my arm, and I looked at her. She then pointed up at the ceiling.

And standing there was our worst enemy. The wasps.

We glared at them as they glared at us.

And then the world around us dissipated as we were transported by the King Wasp himself into the land of the wasps.

Squinting as the insanely bright light hit us, I took a defensive position, prepared for the worst. My sister followed me, taking a similar stance. And thats when the King wasp's chuckle surrounded us. 

"Finally, we have you two captured. You won't be able to get out of this alive." He said, glaring evilly at us.

"You bet?" I retorted tauntingly.

"The battle shall begin in two days, so get ready." He said and dismissed us.

Hamiltrash and I exchanged a look. How were we supposed to win this battle? It was his whole army against two.

Not fair.

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GUYS THE FIRST PART OF THE BATTLE OF THE WASPS IS OUT, AND OH MY GOD,  IM SO EXCITED FOR THIS!!!!