Hear Their Thoughts, Be Their Terror [COMPLETED][UNEDITED]

Chapter 5

We got home with still half of Monday to spare. Jake had gone home to meet his parents- they were doing his little brother's first hunt together; he turned ten today. I was sitting at home, finishing homework for the next week. I even had enough time to start a project due in four weeks.

I was like that. Always getting stuff done. Then I would turn it in to the teachers and they would give me the next four weeks of homework. Simple process. Get it done, turn it in, get the next four weeks.

"Nixie," my mom called.

I put down the cell model I was building. "What?" I listened hard for her thoughts and opened my door to clear them, but hers were very faint. I sighed. She was across the house.

"Some . . . Some men are here to see us," she said slowly. Her thoughts came clearer as she climbed the stairs. From your dad's job!

I got the picture. "Alright, I'm coming." I put on my happy face and walked downstairs, two men in white lab coats standing nervously at the front door. "Er, hi," I said to the taller one.

The pudgier one answered in a gruff voice, "Hello, daughter of Professor Samuel. My name is Eddie, and this is my companion Bill."

"Um, nice to meet you, Eddie and Bill. I'm Nixie." I stuck out my hand, and he grabbed my finger tips with his, looking disgusted at physical contact. I almost laughed. His thoughts reflected his face; he hated to touch anything possibly unsanitary.

"So, what brings you here today?" I asked, delving further into their thoughts. I knew why they were here, and what they wanted. And we weren't giving it.

"We are taking blood draws from the families of all employees, to be sure no viruses or dangerous bacterias have traveled back here from the lab," Bill explained, straightening his lab coat.

"Oh, we don't do blood draws. You see, our whole family is allergic to any type of needle except a special one that our personal doctor made us," my mother said. We had practiced this lie many times, and were experts. The needle was even a real thing- real and real expensive.

"It's called a polyester-hydro-datum-needle," my mom said, writing the name down on a piece of paper and handing it to Eddie.

He looked at it, shocked. "Uh, er, um, yes- I mean- of course-" he stuttered, obviously losing his confidence. He cleared his throat. "I see. Well, then, we'll just be going . . ." He backed towards the door, turned the knob behind his back, and thrust it open. Bill waved goodbye and scuttled after him. They got into the car and left.

I looked to my mom, and then to Nyla, who had joined us. We grinned, and then smiled, and then burst out laughing. I slapped my knee and bent over, unable to breathe. Tears welled- like they always did when I laughed.

"That-" a huge gasp of air- "was the funniest-" another gasp- "thing I've ever-" one more gasp- "I've ever seen!" I laughed. We all sat down on the wooden floors, giggling and chuckling.

I love my life, I do.