Project Fat Suit

Twelve: Mission Failed

Chapter Twelve: Mission Failed

“I bid thee farewell for I must—”

I usually don’t laugh at death, but there’s something about little children pretending to die that just cracks me up. They always think that dying has to be flamboyant and in vain.

“Rena, why are you laughing?” The five-year-old girl stopped flailing her arms around and looked up at me with her innocent face. “This is a sad scene.”

“I’m sorry, Amy, but I don’t think you’re getting the mood of the scene,” I told her while still grinning like a maniac. I love Fridays.

“Can I try?” Sophie stretched her hand high in the air with a determined look on her face.

“I’m sorry.” I gave her my best apologetic look. I hate saying no to kids. They actually look a decent-looking puppy-dog look.

“Awwwww,” all the little kids chorused.

“Hey, I probably shouldn’t be introducing this tragedy to you guys yet either, but I did,” I argued, tearing my gaze from their disappointed looks.

“But we were having so much fun!” Amy whined, still lying on the floor.

“I have to go visit Sherry,” I told them, not making eye-contact with any of adorable little munchkins.

“Sherry can wait!”

“I’m sorry, guys. I’ll see you in a week,” I promised as I stood up from the bean bag chair.

“No!” Sophie jumped up from her spot and clung onto my waist. “Don’t leave we’ll miss you.”

“Sophie, you’re making this harder on me,” I sighed, maneuvering through the room, slightly limping because of the little girl.

“Good, then you won’t leave me,” she mumbled into my stomach.

“Soph, I told you. I’ll be back.”

I had now made it through the door of the children’s room and was halfway through the door when I saw something that made my heart stop.

Liam was just leaning on the wall across from the door I was in. I quickly backed up, bringing Sophie with me.

“Yes! My super powers work!” the eight-year-old squealed in delight and finally released me to give Amy and the others kids a high-five.

“Okay, guys,” I said in a hushed tone, kneeling to the kids’ height. “If I take you on a secret mission with me, will you promise to let me go?”

“YAY! SECRET MISSION!” Thomas hollered, thrusting his arms in the air.

“Shut up, Tommy!”

“SHUT UP IS A BAD WORD! Rena, Amy said the s-word to me!” Thomas complained, pointing an accusing finger at his sister.

“But you just said ‘shut up’. So I can’t really punish her without punishing you and now myself since I just said it,” I explained quickly before remembering I had an objective to fulfill.

“Rena, what’s the plan?” Sophie asked with a serious expression on my face.

“Okay, kids, your mission if you choose to accept is to get me pass that guy over there without me being seen. Plans?”

“Why don’t you want him to see you?” Paul asked.

“It doesn’t matter, stupid. It’s a mission, duh.” Amy explained a little too harshly, but now was not the time for scolding her. “We could put you in a bag and drag you there.”