Lab Rats: The New Addition

A Slow Start

"He led us to the middle of NOWHERE!?"

  I am practically going bonkers right now! First of all, my Little Genius is back home on the verge of death! And as if that's not enough, finding a cure for him led Adam, Bree, Leo, and I to a FROZEN WASTELAND! Thanks to the instructions that Donald gave us. "Well, this is just great," I say, sarcastically. "Either Queen Elsa froze this place with her magical ice powers, or my adoptive uncle has absolutely no idea what he's doing!" "I'm gonna go with the second one," says Leo. "Hey," Adam says, sounding offended. "Queen Elsa probably worked really hard to make this place a frozen wasteland, so don't be rude."

  I roll my eyes at Adam, annoyed, "Adam, Elsa isn't-" I start to explain to Adam that Elsa is not real and that she is just a fictional character, but I stop myself. "You know, it's just not even worth it anymore," I say, because it really isn't. Adam isn't the brightest, obviously, so I will just be wasting my breath. "Are you sure we followed the directions right," Bree asks Leo. Leo puts his hands up in defense, "Hey, don't look at me. I'm not mission leader." I start to get annoyed again. When I'm worried, I get annoyed and angry at the slightest things, and I'm really worried about Chase. I glare at Leo. "Oh, of course you're not mission leader, Leo," I say, sarcastically. "Mr. Tiny McLittleStein could never be mission leader."

  Appearantly, I'm really sarcastic when I'm worried, too. Leo's eyes widen and I can tell that I offended him. "Excuse me," he says. "We wouldn't be in this situation if your birth father wasn't an evil lunatic!" Ouch. That stung. It is quiet and I'm on the verge of tears. I see guilt in Leo's eyes. "I'm sorry," he says. "I shouldn't have said that." I shake my head and swallow the lump in my throat. "It's okay," I say, my voice quavering. "I know that you weren't trying to hurt my feelings. Besides, my father is an evil lunatic, so I can't argue with you on that one." We both chuckle. "So, that's it," Bree asks. "We're stranded in the middle of a frozen wasteland for the rest of our lives?" I think for a moment. Then I get an idea and clap my hands together once, saying, "We can contact Donald and Douglas! We just need to use our communication devices."

  "That's right," Bree exclaims. "How could we have forgotten!? They were on our ears this whole time!" "Forget that, let's just get in touch with Donny and Douggie," I say, calling my adoptive father by the nickname his brother calls him. I tap on my earpiece. "Hello," I say. "Hello!? Anybody there!? Uncle! Daddy! We need your help! You sent us to the wrong place! We're trapped in a frozen wasteland!" There is nothing but static. Everyone else tries their earpieces and the same thing happens. "Great," I say, sarcastically, slapping my legs in fury. "That's just great! We're never gonna get out of here! We're doomed! And so is my Little Genius!" Bree looks at me and licks her lips, annoyed. "Okay, if you call my brother Little Genius one more time, I'm gonna lose my lunch," she says, frustrated. "Well, go ahead," I say, smugly. Then I point to my shoes, "But watch the boots, they're designer."