*Door opens*
"Quick hide!" Jon commands.
I quickly crouch behind the couch.
"Hey, Jon, we're back!" Hank's voice projected.
I peep behind the couch to see a beautiful, tall lady with curly, blonde hair and light freckles. Woah, she is so out of Hank's league. How did he ever win a girl like that? Either she's blind or this is just a set up....
*Jon's POV*
What the heck?! A pretty lady with my dad?! This is news, how did he ever win over Cindy...?
"Dad...?" I start.
"Yes...Jon?" Dad replied.
"When did--um this happen--Handy happen?"
"We happened at a business dinner?" Cindy intruded.
"With just the two of you..?"
"Yeah. Apparently, it's concert season...all our colleagues went out for the Taylor Swift..," Dad added.
"Interesting...."
"So what have you been up to..?"
"Umm...you know Future City stuff...," I answered, casually.
"Then why are there instruments sprawled across the room..?" Cindy skeptically asks.
"Um...."
"You were having a band meeting weren't you..?" Dad asks.
"Uh..."
"You can come out, you know," Cindy informed. "We know you're here."
With that being said, everyone marched out from their hiding places, gathering in the center of the living room.
"Well...if it isn't Diana Thompson, Sara Wilson, Ava Hester, and Barry Allen," Dad pointed out.
"Barry Allen? Isn't he from--"
"The Flash," Barry and Sara chorus, interrupting Cindy.
"And yes, Barry is from Flash, but I'm nothing close to fast," Barry acknowledges.
"Well.. good to know..," Cindy says, dully.
"I guess we'll take a walk, while you finish up here...," Dad says, walking out with Cindy.
Phew, they're finally gone.
"Woah, she must have a bad eye," Ava burst.
"Yeah, a very bad case," I add.
"Can we please finish this up, before--Handy--comes back," Diana moaned.
"Don't worry, I don't think they'll be back until....a long, long time," I assured.
"Well...that's interesting..."
*Ms. Battleaxe's POV*
Meanwhile....
Ava found out about Lance's cocaine addiction...it's a matter of time before she finds about my heroine addiction. Thank god, I didn't go overboard and ship heroine to the dance....
BUZZ--
Lance.
Lance: Susan, I need ur help...
Me: No I'm not helping u ship cocaine to the dance...
Lance: not that
Me: than what?
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A crazy freshman year
HumorSara and the gang face more drama, as high school tension increases.
