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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"Another successful mission! Sure you guys blew a lot of stuff up, but hey, that's the city's problem now." My dad laughed as the trio got back from their mission. "Uh, I am so exhausted. I can't wait to just stand up, and go to sleep." Bree groaned as Chase collapsed on the stools while Adam collapsed onto the console. "If you want we could go to get fro- yo?" I suggested. They were about to agree with me until Debby Downer protested. " They can't, Dawn. You guys go get your rest. My big NASA presentation is this week, and we still have to complete training on my gravity propulsion belt. "
" I don't know what that is, but it sounds like it does a lot more than hold up my pants." Leo said as he stood up from his chair. " This is a huge contract. If NASA buys this, astronauts will be able to spacewalk anywhere in the galaxy. They'll probably name a moon after me, or a planet!" He said excitedly. " Things are gonna land on me! Ha ha! I'll see you guys bright and early in the morning." Before he could leave, Leo and I stopped him as we both shared a look. " Wait, tomorrow? No, no. That's not gonna work. I planned an awesome cyber pong tournament. I made nicknames and everything. I'm 'Kingpong'." He flexed his tiny muscles as Donald sighed.
I looked at him weird, cause I was expecting we were going to say the same thing. "No, tomorrow it's Chelsey Stevens' birthday. Her cakes are like 5 tiers tall. I'm getting that cake!" "And tomorrow's the Teen Fiancee marathon on TV. I didn't think it was possible, but I actually found a group of people who's lives are more pathetic than mine." Bree complained as well. "Yeah, and I was gonna have a spa day. According to one of Bree's girly magazines... I have cankles." Adam added, looking down at them. "And I was gonna get a head start on my homework." We shared a look as Chase corrected himself " I mean, play sports and talk to girls."
Donald shook his head at all our complaints "All right. Look, none of that is happening. This stuff is important."
"Yeah? So is ours." I glared at my father. His stupid ego is going down. " Yeah, what makes your stuff more important than ours?" Bree asked him as she walked closer to him. "Uh, 'cause my stuff-" he replied sarcastically "- can make a billion dollars. Yeah, so, when you're the boss, you can make the rules. But until then-" He deepened his voice "-I am the king of Davenportia, and you will all do my bidding. Ha ha ha ha—Oh! Ow!" He began to walk away but got caught in between the lab doors, making him groan. Serves him right.
" Man, this stinks." Leo complained. " Why do we always have to do what he wants us to do?" Bree asked us. " Weren't you listening? The man is king!" Adam replied to her as he stood on the console. I looked over to Adam " Well, if he's King then I am the princess." They looked at me in confusion so I elaborated further " Father... daughter. " They all nodded their heads and agreed with me. Bree smiled at me, knowingly " So, Princess Dawn, what do you suggest we do?"
"I, Princess of Davenportia, declare we strike against the not so mighty King." "Yeah, just like those hotel workers downtown did." Leo agreed with me.
" Okay." Adam said as he reached over and punched Chase on the arm. "Ow! What was that for?" "Leo and Dawn said strike." Adam shrugged. I facepalmed. That is not what I meant at all. "Strike?" Bree asked, saying the word again. Adam reached over again and punched him " Ow!" " What's a strike?" Bree turned to us, ignoring her brothers. At the mention of the word he reached up to punch him again but this time Chase caught his wrist. "Stop it!" " It's when employees refuse to work until they get better working conditions, like more days off. Or in your case... a day off." Leo explained. " Hey, that's a great idea. I say we all strike!" Chase declared but then us 4 hit him, making him groan " Oh, come on!" . . . We were in the lab waiting for the 'boss' to come down to the lab so our strike can finally take place. We were holding signs displaying 'On strike' on them. I was finishing up hanging up a poster that Adam just made on the lab walls, the poster saying 'I am so angry. I made this sign ' as Donald walked in, singing. " Fiddily-diddily-diddily-di,Fiddily-diddily." He deepened his voice again " Greetings people of Davenportia. It is I, King Donald, here to train thee. Ha ha!" He did a little dance at the end. We held our signs, chanting and turned around the console. " Unfair. On strike. Unfair. On strike."
