"Take us with you!"
I stand there staring at the four little pouting boys, who somehow learn the enlarge their eyes like abandoned puppies. I cannot take the look of a lost puppy strolling the streets. Perhaps, those two scenarios aren't the same since the little - potentially - spoiled boys aren't in the unpleasant streets but rather in a mansion - a place where they can play video games and prank the workers.
"Pwease stay!" Clark begs, tugging at my shirt as his large watery chocolate eyes stare into my weak soul.
"Please!" the other three add on while grasping their hands together causing my heart to drop.
Maybe, this is our chance. If we all go to America, we can somehow run away from Anthony and resume our original lives.
I glance at Anthony and pout only to receive a head shake in return. "But, they said please," I whisper, attempting to guilt-trip him even when we both know my real intention.
I know, it's a crappy half-ass plan. Most likely, even if Anthony allows everyone to go, there would be guards watching over us like hawks. If somehow we manage to escape, one of the boys will rat us out since they enjoy the luxurious life too much. It's understandable, after all, who wants to live a life where you get one gift despite being triplets? Let's say they decide to listen to me and not snitch; we would probably die in the streets of New York.
Why does every scenario that appeared in my mind seem to end in death?
He glares at me, then reverts the glare at the boys. "Boys," his voice sounds firmer than usual causing everyone - including Lily and me - to flinch. We glance at each other knowing Anthony is about to get into what we deem as - scary zone.
"Yes?" Kevin decides to put his big boy pants on despite his trembling legs.
Anthony's eyes narrow towards Kevin. "Behave," that single word causes us to gulp loudly. Anthony tuck his hands behind him. "How is mathematics?" He asks Kevin, who is currently failing math.
Kevin's lips thinned, and he glanced at me. "Have fun in America," he babbled, hugged me, and ran back into the house. "I'm not failing! I'm just not average!"
Anthony looks at Clark, "How is your language class?"
Clark blinked a few times with his watery eyes causing many adults to swoon, many, except one - the devil. After some time, he realized that Anthony wouldn't budge, causing him to pout. "I need to go wead," he said sadly then looked at his brothers for help.
Bruce and David look away.
Clark's eyes motion towards Lily and me for support.
We look away.
I'm sorry, but I'm in enough trouble, child.
"Twaitors," he grumbles and stomps back into the house with his speech therapist hot behind his trail.
Bruce and David smile widely, knowing they aren't failing any class.
"I heard you two are doing well at school," Anthony states, "Excellent."
They smile proudly.
"Class is easy," David brags.
"And boring," Bruce mumbles.
Anthony smirks, "Perhaps, I should re-arrange both your schedules" he takes a step forward, causing him to look more prominent standing in front of two little boys. The boys flinch slightly and cover their mouths, almost seemingly regretting what they said.
He snapped his fingers, and two men came forward. "Yes, Mr. Maranzano?"
"Re-arrange Bruce's and David's schedule. Since their classes are too easy, request for the school to put them on a more advanced schedule," he said, causing the boys' eyes to widen. "Also, enroll them into extra classes - Judo, futbol, piano, violin, basketball, extra language class, volleyball, cycling, fencing, tennis...anything that makes it less boring."
