First of all, before I start the chapter, I'd like to say that I'm sorry for taking longer to update than normal, but I'd gotten grounded and after I got ungrounded, I've been busy with friends and arranging what I'm gonna do for Christmas. At least I was able to get my dad to make the grounding only a week... It was originally a month. Heh...
Anyways, enough with my senseless rambling, here's the next chapter :)
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I woke up the next day, half on the bed, half on Zephyr. Zephyr was half off of the bed. Yeah, tiny matresses... Gotta love 'em.
I was about to push Zephyr completely off of the bed, but then I decided against it. I'm not gonna be a bitch today... At least not that bad of one.
So, instead of following through with my mean plan, I just rolled over him and on to the floor. He's a heavy sleeper and didn't wake up when I did that. I turned around and looked at him. He looked so peaceful when he sleeps, opposed to his normal bad-ass look. I turned back around to face the jail-bars of our cell when I heard footsteps approaching.
One of the workers came and stood in front of me.
"It's time for breakfast," he grunted. Then he pulled a rusty key off of the hook that had many keys on it and unlocked our jail-cell.
"We'll be down in a minute," I told him.
He gave me a mean look. "Take your time. I'll be right here."
I walked back to the bed and woke up Zephyr. "It's time for breakfast."
"Alright," he replied sleepily, while streatching and yawning.
The jail guy told us to walk in front of him. We could have gotten away so fast and easily, but we didn't feel like it at the moment. I think we both came to a silent agreement that another day or two in this crappy place wouldn't be that bad.
We went through the lunch line of the cafeteria and got some casarol-looking mush slopped on to our plates. Yum...
Heh. No.
"They expect us to eat this," I said, as we sat down at a table that was remote compared to the others.
"Uh, yeah. I guess."
"How about a hamburger?" I suggested, an idea forming in my head. Yes, my powers -hopefully- enable me to morph food. Yeah, I guess that's what you could say.
"Er, I don't think that's a good idea," he told me.
"Why not?" I asked him.
"It could turn into a dog or something like that."
I chuckled. "Wouldn't that be something interesting."
He chuckled too. "It can't be that bad," and then he took a bite of the slop in front of him. I could've sworn that his face turned a light shade of green and that he gagged a bit. "Yum," he choked out.
"Yeah, right. So, how about that hamburger?"
"Alright, but don't let anyone else see..."
"See what?" a new voice interrupted. It was the guy who questioned us yesterday.
"Uh," Zephyr said.
"Our secret handshake."
The guy looked unamused. "Right. Well, I'm not gonna tell anyone. Show me it," he said, a smug look on his face.
I looked over at Zephyr. He had a stupid look on his face.
Thanks for the help, bud. I swear, sometimes he's the smartest guy I know, but others, he's the dumbest.
"No. It's a secret," I told him.
"Who am I gonna tell?" the guy retorted.
"Oh my God. Go away."
"Make me."
I stood up from my chair, it made a loud screeching noise across the cheap floor that silenced the whole place. Everyone looked over at us.
I got up in his face, which was hard because I'm short, but that didn't matter. "Oh, I'll make you. Remember what I said about being dangerous? And wanted by the FBI? Yeah, I don't care how long I'm in this place. Not like I couldn't break out if I wanted to." With that, I sat back down in my chair.
He didn't have a response. He's probably not used to people talking to him like that. So, he just walked away, obviously pissed.
I turned to Zephyr and forced down a couple bites of the nastiness and got up to throw my tray away. I reported to the guy at the entrance to the cafeteria and told them I wanted to go back to my cell. Zephyr was right behind me and when we got back, we sat down on the tiny bed.
"So, what now?" I asked him.
"Maybe you could make the bed a little more comfy?" he asked.
"I think I can." The bed is so lumpy, if I wasn't a vampire, I'd have had horrible back when I woke up this morning.
Alright, how do I do this? Maybe I can't. I've no idea.
I focused on making the bed more comfortable, and when I looked up from underneath my hair, the bed was expanding like a balloon. I tried to make it stop, but it wouldn't.
Then the matress exploded. Feathers went everywhere, along with springs, the material on the outside of the matress, and a couple bugs. Damn. How old is that thing?
I turned to Zephyr. He was picking feathers off of his clothes. I went over to help him by getting the feathers out of his hair.
I heard footsteps approaching the cell.
It was the guy who came here earlier to tell us about breakfast. "Time for- whoa. What the hell happened here?"
"Er, the matress exploded," I told him, trying not to laugh.
"It seems that way. How'd that happen?" he asked, eyeing me suspiciously.
"Hey, I don't know what happened. We walked in here and we were talking, then the thing blew up."
"Alright, I'm going to get this cleaned up and bring in a new matress," having said that, he walked away and came back with a vacuum cleaner and quickly swept up the room. Then he brought in a new matress and plopped it down on the bed frame.
After he left, I went and sat down on our "new" bed. I didn't think it'd be possible to get a more uncomfortable bed than the one we had before. Well, that's what happened.
"Wow," I said. "Maybe, I could try again?"
"Nah, then we'll get down graded even more."
"Yeah, probably."
"So, what do you wanna do all day? We could come up with some more, better games," he said suggestively, winking.
I chuckled. "Maybe later."
We sat down on the bed and just talked with each other. We were talking about some of the things I did to get in trouble when I was at my old school, when the guy who questioned us yesterday came by our cell.
"What do you want?" I snapped at him.
"There's a couple people here to bail you out."
"Wait, what?" Zephyr said.
"Who?" I asked.
"They wouldn't give me their names, but they're here with me right now, if you wanna talk to them."
The people popped into my mind before they showed themselves in front of our cell.
The Council president and vice president stood before us, smug looks on their faces.
I was caught off guard. "Nah, guys. Don't waste your money on us. Go spend it on a trip to Hawaii or something like that," I told them.
"Money isn't an object to us. We can bail you guys out, then go to Hawaii, or should I say, back to Hawaii," he cackled, and then walked away to give the person who takes bail money the money to get us out of jail.
I turned to Zephyr, panicking. "What do we do?" I hissed.
"I've no idea. Just don't make a scene in front of the humans."
The Coucil came back, and the guy who'd questioned us let us out of the cell. Grudgingly, of course. That guy hated me, and I'm sure he wanted me to rot in that jail.
"Get in the car," the president told us when we got out of the building.
Suddenly, sitting in the cafeteria with that slop in front of us seemed very appealing to what was happening now.
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That was chapter 26! I hope you guys liked it :)
Well, I pretty much said all I needed to before the start of the chapter, so I'm gonna go now.
Until next time, vote, comment, fan? :]
P.S. Sorry it's a short chapter...