The Third War

Chapter Forty Four: Kristy

We waited in my room for four hours before Chip came knocking.

"So, your father's giving a speech. One of you, or both, has to come, be warned you have to sit by me." She gave a dry smile. "Also, Jeremy isn't going anywhere so there you go, Zoe."

Zoe smiled before looking at me, "Do I have to go?"

"No," I sighed, "I'll go."

Chip muttered, "Joy."

Phoebe waved from behind Chip's shoulder, "Hello, I can stay with her if you want since I was rudely not invited."

She pouted at Chip.

"He wanted one representative for each group."

"Dustin is going!"

"Because it's two guys on one side and two girls on the other."

Phoebe still wasn't satisfied, "What, so he's OCD?"

"Yes, he is very OCD, now when do we have to go?" They looked at me after jerking out of their own reality.

"Oh, now," Chip turned around and started walking downstairs.

"I hate her," I muttered sourly.

"Anyway, be careful; don't open the door to strangers."

Zoe struggled to stand up, "Can we go to my room?"

Phoebe shrugged, "Sure."

I quickly left to make sure I caught up with Chip. She said nothing as I began walking beside her. Cheery.

We walked out the front of building to be blinded by flashes of news cameras. Chip grabbed my sleeve dragged me along obviously tired of all this excess attention thrown on her. There was a platform set up that had two chairs on the right side and two on the left. Dustin and Jeremy waved to us from the left as we walked up and sat in our chairs.

"He just loves showing off doesn't he," I glared at him.

"It wasn't his decision; he's not the run who runs this. He's in charge yes, but there's people above him who make the traditions," Chip also loved showing off.

I crossed my arms over my chest without responding. I saw Dustin and Jeremy acting like bro's in the corner of my eye. I imagined Zoe calling me a hate filled hermit.

Not much of hermit now though, we had acquired more friends then we'd ever had combined. I cast a sideways glance at Chip, Except you, I still hate you.

Worry bubbled up in my chest, Zoe will be okay won't she? Yes yes, it's fine, Phoebe will take care of her. Nothing bad will happen!

My dad stepped up, This is way to dramatized.

He started off about keeping our spirits up. I had already lost interest. He droned on and I stopped listening. My thoughts went back to Zoe, she was okay wasn't she? I had an uneasy feeling. Eventually I heard something about Jeremy.

"Since he was doing what he believed was right, it has been decided that he will be given a pardon for any insubordinate acts. He will be reassigned however, as the personal guard for Zoe and Kristy."

Rude, there was a pause before my name.

"There is also the issue, of the...um..."

The crowd shouted hysterically, "THE BACKYARDIANS!"

My dad looked at Chip; she sighed and shrugged.

"...backyardians. Since they are our guests, and they have more than earned their keep. So, in return, we are giving Chip the three warehouses and any resources they need, within reason of course."