(It's Heeseung's birthday (jk it was a couple months ago). This is the first cake for his birthday. They went through 3, I think. Enjoy!)
Monday
Fitz's POV
Aella...she found out. I don't know what to do. Do I stop her? Stay out of it? It's eating me from the inside out. I think Biana suspects something.
How Aella found out? Well. She went to Madagascar. There she found out that they were bringing the Drayups here. To the States.
I wonder why she needs to rescue them. How she even knows them. They were a crime case from a long time ago.
I'm worried. I haven't seen Aella all day. And today is the day.
"FITZ!" A hand slams down on my desk.
I quickly look around. The classroom is empty. My teacher is glaring at me through her glasses.
"Du you remember the lesson?" She asks sharply.
I shake my head up and down. "Okay. What did I teach today?" She questions.
I freeze racking my brain. "You were teaching us about...the brain?" It came out more like a question.
She shakes her head. "No! I was teaching about our cells and what they do etc. Why weren't you listening? You do realize that you have a project about cells. It's worth 30% of your grade. I explained that today." She turns and walks away. "I won't be explaining it to you. Find someone to explain it for you. And know, Mr. Vacker, a call will be going to your parents."
I shakily nod and gather my things. I mutter an apology and quickly leave the classroom.
But even with the phone call home I still worry about the greater problem.
What should I do?
Aella's POV
I come out from my hiding spot and almost immediately the police whip guns out.
"Hands up! Mask off!" They shout at me.
I put my hands up, but I leave my mask.
"Take your mask off!"
I stay still. Someone walks toward me. His gun aimed at my head. His free hand reaches out to my mask. I eye him carefully. I scan the police and their guns.
I get in position and kick the gun out of the guy's hand. I reach into my belt and grab a cube. I throw it on the ground it explodes covering the air in a pinkish haze. I race toward my parents. Dodging stray officers. I grab onto them and hand them a small silver square. The haze clears.
All guns are pointed toward us.
"Cuff her up too."
Two officers come up and cuff my hands. I smirk under my mask. I cooperate and walk forward.
They guide us into the building. Guns aimed and ready.
3 feet. . .
2 feet. . .
I count down.
1 foot. . .
We reach the edge of the first trap.
3
2
1
We walk past the opening. All the officers behind up were caged. They scream for help. No one hears. We just keep marching. I peek backward and see the cage lowering. I smile and nod. Everything is going as planned.
I look toward my parents nodding.
6 feet. . .
5 feet. . .
4 feet. . .
3 feet. . .
2 feet. . .
1 foot. . .
I nod counting down with my fingers.
"DUCK!!!" I shout.
The three of us lay on the ground while the officers look around. Before they can do anything they are clipped to the wall. I stand and gag them.
I grab my parents and we run.
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