Anarchy

Chapter 9: Meeting The Admiral

"You shocked me!" I murmured in disbelief, retracting my hand and pulling it towards me, away from those mean boys and their electric wire.

They howled with laughter.

"With our roguish good looks no doubt," Luca wheezed out, causing them both to double over in laughter.

I crossed my arms and glowered. If they wanted to play dirty, so be it.

"Oh please," I retaliated. "You both look like soggy noodles; bland and unappealing."

Luca's jaw dropped. Daniel stopped laughing and stood up straight, as if he was trying to prove exactly how unlike a soggy noodle he was.

Luca closed his mouth, a smile beginning to reappear on his face. I think he was about to say something when a flustered Amelia suddenly reappeared.

"Ready for the grand tour?" she asked, and seeing Luca and Daniel, she added, "I hope these two aren't bothering you..."

I shook my head. "Not at all. In fact, they were just welcoming me to Maine." I grinned at the two boys as I said this and as they smirked back, I knew that I had just started a war.

"Oh," she murmured, somewhat taken aback. "Well, if you follow me this way I'll show you the kitchen."

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Honestly, the kitchen wasn't all that exciting—just a bunch of pots and pans. But I did learn that there were specific mealtimes we had to follow; breakfast at 6:30am, lunch at noon, and dinner at 6:30pm, sharp. Thank goodness I had brought lollies because I really don't think I could survive the in-between time without them.

Next, she showed me the downstairs bathroom and the dining room. Apparently Bank's apartment was on the first floor, so there wasn't much communal space besides the entryway, kitchen, and dining room (which I'm pretty such would violate fire safety regulations if you tried to fit more than 6 people in it). 

The second floor was basically full of bedrooms, although there was a lounge area with a couple couches. We didn't spend much time touring it anyways since my bedroom was on the third floor, although peering into a couple of the rooms I did manage to meet Maia and Carter. Amelia was right—they really aren't social beings. Maia was plugged into her music and had given me a wave, but it was hard even getting a "hello" out of Carter. Nick was no where to be found.

"There's a few things you should know about Banks," Amelia began explaining as she climbed the stairs to the third level. "For starters, he's a retired naval officer, so he runs a tight ship."

"Literally," Iza piped up from behind me. She had joined us sometime while we were on the second floor and she still acted normal around me, so I'm assuming she didn't open the suitcase. Phew.

"Which means," Amelia continued, "that in addition to the job at the harbor, you'll also be working around the house doing chores and such."

Uhh. How about no?

Apparently Iza could read my thoughts.

"Don't worry," she said, "it's not that bad."

"Well good thing I'm not one to worry," I stated, winking. She smiled.

"Another thing you should know," Amelia began again as she reached the top of the stairs, "is that Banks always knows who does what around here, so don't try anything."