The Indigo Children

Bread knives- the best weapon.

Two weeks later

"Drop that bread knife, Minerva." Lance said flatly, stirring the spoon in his mug. "I have a right to choose what to do today. You take care of her this week." I harassed, holding the knife closer to his face.

"I thought this week's your turn?"

It is, but technically, every other week was my turn since the rest of them didn't bother -nor want- to follow the schedule. It was yet another Monday morning full of distress, starting from when the shower broke, the coffee machine exploded, and the part where I seek refuge away from another week full of distress from the most impossible person in the whole wide world.

So when the person is impossible, I ought to threaten people with bread knives early in the blind morning.

"I did all the babysitting for two weeks in a row, why can't I be given a momentary break?"

"Why did you do it since it wasn't your schedule? I have no idea." He retorted.

"Because no one else is working? Including you? Or am I the only one who's in this mission?"

I narrowed my eyes at the rest of my team members, who were, coincidentally, looking down at their food or anywhere else but my eyes.

"Plus, I didn't get to have my daily caramel macchiato today." Lance snorted, and took a sip of his black coffee. "No wonder. Just sit down and finish your breakfast."

I did sit down and put down the bread knife, but soon I was standing up again, holding the knife to his face once more. "You call this breakfast?" I pointed sharply at my spacious plate, nothing left but bread crumbs. "What do I get to finish? The plate?"

"I told you to eat before Jared steals your food thirty minutes ago but you kept on complaining about your shift today."

"Correction: I don't have a shift today."

"Do you want me to report you to the HQ?" he challenged with a raise of an eyebrow.

"Do you want me to report about all of you to the HQ back?" I challenged evenly. As soon as the words left my mouth though, my plate was full of food that my team members suddenly donated to me.

"Plus, you're using bribery. I'm reporting about that as well." I munched on the warm chocolate muffin and waved the knife in front of Lance's eyes. "Ih you want to shtay shayfe, let me go thish weekh."

"Where do you want to go anyway?" Lance shook his head. "There's nothing here. You already saw the whole city, you could probably draw the map of it with your eyes closed."

"Why would you care?"

"Because there's a possibility that you stay in this house and trash everything."

"I'm not the one who broke the TV, Lance, oh no," Lance narrowed his eyes at me and almost gave me the finger until a loud honk from the porch stopped him cold.

"Bus is here. Got to run." Jared got to his feet and rushed out the house with almost everyone else on his heels. Except for me and Lance though.

When I heard the bus drive away, I spoke to Lance, a little more civilized this time. "Seriously, Woods, when are you going to play your role as the leader? Not only that you let the kids go on their own ways, you even encouraged them to unfollow the original schedule we all agreed on. Even you don't follow it anymore."

"I don't see the problem, Minerva," he started, already using his c'mon-I'm-the-leader-here tone. "How can't you see the problem?" I nearly shouted. "What I'm trying to say is, going scattered and spontaneous like this is the best way to go through the mission. What do you expect Savannah will think when she realizes we're by her side in order? Surely she'll know something's up. Besides,"