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!" Donald announced as the trio walked back into the lab, his voice booming with satisfaction. He clapped his hands once, then rubbed them together like he was reviewing a job well done. "Sure you guys blew a lot of stuff up, but hey, that's the city's problem now." Bree immediately dragged herself over to a stool and collapsed onto it, letting her arms flop forward onto the counter. "Ugh... I am so exhausted." she groaned, letting her head tilt to the side. "I can't wait to just stand up, and go to sleep."
Chase dropped onto a nearby stool with a heavy thud, leaning forward until his elbows hit the surface, shoulders slumped. Adam didn't even make it that far—he simply fell sideways onto the console with a soft, tired groan, completely sprawled out like he had run out of energy mid-step. I pushed myself off the counter and stretched slightly, rolling my shoulders before leaning in with a hopeful look. "If you want, we could go get fro-yo?" I suggested, brightening a little. Bree and Chase both lifted their heads at the same time, interest flickering across their faces—Debby Down, aka Donald—immediately stepped in. "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."
Leo straightened slightly in his chair, tilting his head as he tried to process that. "I don't know what that is, but it sounds like it does a lot more than hold up my pants." Donald lit up immediately, pacing a small circle as he talked. "This is a huge contract." he explained, gesturing widely with both hands. "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 laughed to himself, pointing upward. "Things are gonna land on me!" He turned toward the exit, already half-walking away. "Ha ha! I'll see you guys bright and early in the morning."
Before he could leave, Leo and I both moved at the same time, stepping forward to block him. "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 arms slightly, clearly proud of the title while I crossed my arms and leaned the other way, glaring at him because I was expecting we were going to say the same thing. "Tomorrow is Chelsey Stevens' birthday. Her cakes are like five tiers tall. I'm getting that cake!"
Donald just stared at us. Bree raised a hand lazily from her stool. "And tomorrow's the Teen Fiancée marathon on TV. I didn't think it was possible, but I actually found a group of people whose lives are more pathetic than mine." Adam lifted his head slightly from the console. "Yeah, and I was gonna have a spa day." he said seriously, looking down at his legs. "According to one of Bree's girly magazines... I have cankles." Chase raised a finger, trying to contribute, causing us all give him a look. But if that's his typical Tuesday than what can we do? "And I was gonna get a head start on my homework." he said, then immediately corrected himself. "I mean—play sports and talk to girls."
A brief silence followed as Donald slowly shook his head. "Alright. Look, none of that is happening. This stuff is important." he said, planting his feet firmly. I stepped forward slightly, narrowing my eyes. "Yeah? So is ours." Bree walked closer too, her arms still folded tightly. "Yeah. What makes your stuff more important than ours?"
