Dawn Davenport: funny, sarcastic and a lovable person. Her world is crazy, involved with a trio and her best friend, Leo who they share many dangerous and fun experiences. Will she fall in love along the way? Or heartbroken by her own family's secr...
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Davenport stood before us, his tone dripping with melodrama as he began his speech. "Okay, guys, you have been trained for all kinds of missions. But you are about to enter a soul-bruising, confidence-crushing, apocalyptic environment." He paused for effect. "High school."
Adam and Bree perked up as he continued. "Adam, Bree, your glitch test results are fairly stable." "Yes! I'm going to school!" Bree cheered. "We're fairly stable!" He and Bree high-fived, clearly excited. Donald, however, sighed and turned to Chase, his expression more serious. "But, Chase, I am still concerned about your Commando App."
"Commando App? Put on some underpants. We're going to school." Leo scrunched his face up in disgust, clearly not understanding what the term actually meant. "No." Donald corrected, exasperated. "See, in the face of an imminent threat, Chase's Commando App kicks in and he becomes a fearless brute I like to call Spike. It's kinda like a fight-or-flight thing, except I took out the flight part, 'cause, useless. And I replaced it with a testosterone level of like a Tasmanian devil-wolverine-shark-lion hybrid that's mad."
"Don't worry, Mr. Davenport. I promise that Spike won't rear his ugly head." Chase reassured his father. "Oh, yeah?" Davenport replied skeptically. "You mean like last Christmas when I made the mistake of giving Adam boxing gloves?" For some reason, everyone looked up at the ceiling, so I did too, feeling slightly out of the loop. "Ugh, I'm still coughing up tinsel." Adam groaned when they got back to reality. "You know, letting Chase go to school, isn't such a good idea. I can't risk Spike coming out."
"Oh, come on, Big D." Leo protested. "Chase has to come. With these guys, I'll finally get a prime spot in the cafeteria. That's right, y'all. Put on your coats 'cause I'm about to ride your tail!" He began miming a horse-riding motion, earning collective groans from the rest of us. "Don't worry. We'll make sure he stays out of trouble. Right, guys?" He turned to Bree and me, eyebrows raised in silent plea.
"Yeah." Bree agreed. "It's one for all and all for one. Unless, of course, you guys make me look bad, in which case, I am dropping you lame-os." Chase adjusted his posture, looking determined. "Mr. Davenport, I can't miss school. This is the beginning of my academic achievements and career trajectory. I mean, the road to astronaut lawyer has to start somewhere."
"Okay." he relented. "But I better not get a call from the art teacher saying that Spike ripped out her larynx. Actually, she wouldn't be able to say anything, because Spike ripped out her lar– " Laughter erupted around the room before he could finish. "The point is..." Donald huffed, clearly flustered. "Keep him out of trouble."
As if on cue, Adam spotted a dusty pair of boxing gloves on a nearby shelf and his eyes lit up with childlike excitement. "Hey, look what I found!" he exclaimed, slipping them on and immediately punching the air until his wild punches connected squarely with Chase's stomach. "Oof!" Chase doubled over, clutching his abdomen. Adam's grin vanished in an instant as he darted behind me, grabbing my shoulders, using me as a human shield.
