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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"Come on Bree, we're going home now. Time to get your things out of your locker." Chase taunted as we followed her down the hall with the rest of the students heading out for the day. "Yeah, it's not like we're waiting for you to open your locker or anything." Adam added and I elbowed him in the stomach, since he was being a bit too obvious, not to mention his hand was suspiciously being hidden behind his back. "What he means is—" he cut me off, his tone pitching upward like it was some big revelation. "—open it."
"Will you leave me alone? Can I go two minutes without you three hovering around me?" Bree snapped, her voice sharp with irritation while Adam smirked at her outburst. "Bree, with an attitude like that, it's a wonder that you don't get pranked more often." His teasing earned him another sharp elbow from Chase.
We slipped behind the wall beside her locker, peeking just enough to watch Caitlin stroll up casually and a moment later, the metallic clank of the locker handle rattling reached us. We stepped out from our hiding spot just in time to see Bree tugging desperately at her free arm, trying to pull the other—now glued fast to the locker handle—loose. Adam was already snapping pictures while Chase and I doubled over with laughter at the scene.
"Seriously, glue?" she raised a brow at the sight of her stuck hand. "That's quite the sticky situation you've got there." Chase quipped, far too pleased with himself, laughing at his own pun. I shot him a look meant to shut him down, but it sailed right past him. Bree twisted her head toward Caitlin as much as her awkward position allowed, strands of hair falling in her face. "You know what Caitlin? If it gets me away from my two brothers I would take a job as a lifeguard at a sewage plant."
"So you're in?" Caitlin asked, eyebrow arched.
"Yeah."
"Great, see you at the store. Oh, and tech town is a classy place so leave the sewer talk at school." She smirked, raising her brows and walked off.
"Hey, dipwads." Bree snapped, yanking our attention back to her. She stood frozen, one hand still glued to the locker handle. "How do I get my hand loose?" Adam tilted his head like he was seriously thinking about the solution.
"Hmm. Not sure. But if you figure it out, let me know." He then sheepishly pulled his own hand from behind his back, revealing a ridiculous assortment of random items glued to it, like he'd raided a lost-and-found with a glue gun.
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I was at Tech Town in my green shirt, peeking over a stack of phone boxes watching Scott, Caitlin, and Bree. "Congratulations. You're hired." Scott said flatly, eyes still on his tablet.
"Really?" Bree asked, sounding almost suspicious. "Yeah, I'm as shocked as you are." he replied expressionless. "The fact that Caitlin already put you in the uniform beat out your complete lack of work experience. Here's your Tech Town nametag." He probably handed her a worn, clearly recycled badge seeing my sister glancing down at the name. After a brief pause, let out an awkward little laugh. "It says 'Ming'."
