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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Adam, Chase, Bree, Leo, and I approached the house well past curfew, the night unusually quiet around us. Most of us were relaxed—almost too relaxed—but, of course, Chase looked like he was seconds away from a full-blown panic. "We are gonna be in so much trouble with Mr. Davenport." he whispered urgently. "We're two hours past curfew, and the lights are already off."
Leo casually checked his watch, unfazed. Bree, however, turned and walked backward in front of us, scoffing at Chase's worry. "We are bionic teenagers who go on top-secret missions, okay? I'm pretty sure we can sneak past an out-of-shape, middle-aged man." Chase ignored the jab and focused, his eyes narrowing slightly. "All right, well, just to be safe... I'll use my bionic vision to scan inside." he muttered before activating his bionic vision. He scanned the house carefully, then relaxed. "All clear. They must be asleep." "Good." Leo said, lowering his voice even more. "But we've gotta be super quiet." Chase suddenly smirked, a strange shift in confidence taking over. "Sneakin' in after curfew..." he whispered. "This'll totally boost my bad boy cred."
I raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. "Really? You were just stressing about being late, and now you're a bad boy?" He froze for a split second, clearly processing what I'd said—then chose to ignore it entirely. "Tippy toes, people." he whispered, gesturing dramatically. "Tippy toes." We all followed, trying (and failing) to take him seriously as we crept toward the house.
"Spoken like a true bad boy." Bree muttered sarcastically, making me stifle a quiet giggle. We slipped inside as quietly as possible. Being the last one in, I gently pushed the door shut behind me, wincing at the faint squeak it made—it sounded ten times louder in the silence. I quickly caught up to Bree, matching her careful steps as we crept past the living room.
Then—
The lights snapped on.
"Busted!" Donald shouted. "AHH!!" we all screamed, jumping back in shock. Out of nowhere, he emerged from beneath an invisibility cloak, grinning. "Ha!"
"I don't get it! I scanned the room!" Chase said, completely baffled. Donald pulled the cloak off with dramatic flair and tossed it onto the sofa as he strutted toward us. "Mm-hmm, and I foiled you with my invisibility cloak!" he declared proudly. Then, with even more satisfaction: "Again, I say—ha!"
"Well, you got us. Good night." I said sweetly, flashing my most innocent smile as I slowly started backing away. The others caught on instantly, and we all turned to bolt— "—Freeze!" Donald barked.
We stopped mid-escape. "You are all grounded. Three weeks."
"What?!" Leo groaned. "That's not fair!" Chase and I protested at the same time. "Come on!" Bree added, throwing her hands up, while Adam groaned in frustration. "Is that all you got?"
Donald shook his head, unimpressed. "Look, you guys have no idea what it's like raising teenagers." A heavy silence fell over us... until—
"He can't ground me if he can't see me." Adam suddenly declared. Before anyone could stop him, he shoved past Bree and sprinted toward the couch, grabbing a random blanket. He threw it over his head like a makeshift cloak and charged confidently toward the front door—
