Daisy rolled in her bed, snuggling with her blanket tight as she saw the strokes of light peering out her 1st floor bedroom window. Her eyelid opened, sighing when she realized she had to go to school. It was a quiet monday morning, and Daisy despite wanting to stay in bed listened to her internal instincts and kicked the blankets off.
Her hair was a disaster but it wasn't anything a quick shower couldn't fix. Same goes for her tired attitude, but she had to eat first.
Daisy stepped out of bed, her feet landing on two soft slippers which she comfortably stuffed her feet into and then walked towards her door which she opened, yawning and scratching her head.
When she reached into the kitchen, her goal was to get out a box of cheerios, and a bowl. She nearly forgot the milk after lallygagging around for the past 7 minutes. Her hand reached towards fridge which she opened and a cool blast came towards her.
"Let see..." Hannah pushed past orange juice and cranberry juice to find a white milk carton, and she painfully poured it into her milk bowl after the cereal, sitting down at her table and munching on her newly made food.
As she filled her stomach full of whole grain cheerios, she heard the delightful sound of her dad humming. He was the chief of police, but had a great heart.
He was very protective of his daughter, often never leaving her alone except for when she needed sleep. He gave her a book about criminals once, but she never dared to read it.
He was a great father though, and was appreciated very much by his daughter. As he walked into there small living room, his big feet stomped on the carpet.
"Morning buttercup." He said cheerfully, stepping into the kitchen and grabbing a cup to fill it with water from the sink. She smiled, too tired to talk and grabbed the remote, pressing the power button to turn on the TV.
"Morning." She managed to spit out, grabbing another spoonful of soggy cheerios and inserting them into her mouth.
"Rough night?" He asked, turning the sink on. The water thrusted out as he filled his cup nearly to the top and took a big swig, looking back and his daughter and then at the TV. "Hey i've seen those kids! I've been working on a case about them all week."
On the TV, three kids were displayed on the screen of pictures with family and friends, which nearly made Daisy choke as she recognized one of them.
Robert Bach, with his distinct hair and warm eyes, was put on the screen. He was wanted for breaking into the opera house and harming an employee, and went into further detail about his running away from a small town in New Jersey with two neighbors.
"Are you okay?" Her father asked her, leaning over as she wiped her mouth with a napkin and put it down, grabbing her bowl full of moist, gross cheerios.
"Oh yeah, i'm fine. I just need to get ready to take a shower." She lied, furious at Rob for lying. She laid her bowl down in the sink, and ran into the shower. School could wait, she needed answers.
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"Well it's kind of complicated." Allen explained, knowing he was in a pickle. It was morning time, and he was in the brightly lit bathroom with cigarettes stains all over the wall and the counter covered in a mess of soap and water. A spider rested calmly on the other side of the wall. Allen held a burning cigarette in one hand and his phone in his other hand, up to his ear.
"Explain." On the other side of the phone was Sebastian Brown, still the big wig of the Department of Magic. He sat at his desk, his name tag clearly displayed in front of him. But it was unnecessary, because everything there already knew him.
"Well you see— we haven't acquired them yet. We've gotten close. It's just we haven't had the right opportunity yet. I promise give us another week and we can get them, easy. Our situation is unluckily, that's all." Allen excused, placing the cigarette back into his mouth and inhaling it. He exhaled a cloud of smoke which dissolved in the room but leaving a terrible stench.
"I don't need your excuses. Listen Allen, i'm giving you a week to kill them. If you fail, you will be fired and killed, along with your entire team. It's up to you to decide your fate. This is an extraordinarily important mission and our reputation is on the line too. We've been continuously embarrassed constantly over the past few days, and one more slip up and we might as well forget about our careers as a whole." He scolded Allen, who coughed a bit, the fumes too much for his old body to take. Allen had prepared a whole list of words he wanted to scream at Sebastian, but nonetheless he was his boss, and his life was on the line. Sebastian was being generous with the amount of time provided to Allen, so he took another quick smoke and coughed again.
"Sebastian you don't understand. A week?" Allen looked worriedly at the mirror and fixed his tie, his shirt covered in violent blood stains that ruined that pattern.
"I do understand. A week at max. Good talk." Sebastian hung up the phone and put it up into his slot, grabbing his reading glasses and staring at some important documents.
Allen had gone full panic mode, trying to not cry as he straightened his tie once more so he was practically strangling himself. He turned to the side only to notice Socrates leaning into the doorframe, feeling sorrow as he saw his friend sobbing, out of character for Allen.
I mean sure, Allen wasn't the toughest, but he always managed pull through for his group and keep it together.
"Oh, hi Socrates." Allen spoke, wiping his tears away from his face, but there was no point.
"We're in this together. We can catch them, I know we can. There just a bunch of rascals trying to be rebellious, but they don't know what they're doing." Socrates assured, stepping forward and grabbing Allen's cigarette, only to push it against the wall and watch the flame die out, throwing it into the trash bin.
"It's those stupid kids. I will grab them and burn there bodies, watch them die." Allen furiously shouted, grabbing the newspaper off the counter and throwing it around angrily, but Socrates reached over and threw it into the trash bin for him.
"You ever thought about running away from this place? I mean what else is there to do then waste my time away, doing missions my entire life only to get betrayed by my own boss. It hurts." Socrates softly spoke, sitting down on the edge of the crusty bath, webs covering the inside.
"I guess that's just life. There's nothing else to do, if we tried to escape we'd die before we made it out the door. We're forced to be stuck in this endless loophole." Allen complained, when suddenly they smelled smoke, and the newspaper was on fire inside the trash can.
It had been lit by the lazily put out cigarette, resulting on it catching fire. It was tinted black as the fire got brighter, and Socrates turned around, grabbing the shower head from off the shower, but it broke off and water was now spraying everywhere. Socrates was soaked and he fell down, while Allen grabbed the trash can and threw it into the sink.
There was a loud sizzle and the fire slowly died down, with Socrates finally standing up, water spraying into his face. He switched the shower off just as Zeus walked in, admiring how they could possible be this clumsy. He looked in horror at the mess that was in front of him.
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The Eight Amulets, Vol. 1
General FictionEvery since William had arrived in Springfield, things had gone haywire. Car crashes, bullies, and trouble following him everywhere. But then there was a final straw when his mom became incredibly sick. It all leads to one curse, and it's down to Wi...
