Jet Buddies

Chapter 4



  It was now Wednesday and I was staring dully at the paper that lay on my lap. Like seriously, who would give students homework on the first day of school? Well, one would my algebra teacher. 'Extra work is extra knowledge.' He says. Bull crap.

  “Meh, I'll do it later.” I put the paper back in my binder and let it drop to the floor.

  I closed my eyes and started to think about the incident that happened at school. It just didn't make sense. Why would any pilot fly that low, crash into the school and just fly away as if nothing happened? I remember feeling the crystal in my pocket getting warmer when the aircrafts came. Maybe those boys were right; that it was the robots that came from another planet far, far, away. Heh, Star wars moment.

  “Lucy, dear! Come on down for breakfast or it'll get cold!”

  “Is It French Toast?!” I yelled/asked Nancy.

  “Yep!”

  Oh. Hell. Yes.

  I ran out my room and jumped on the stair's railing. I instantly felt the air pass me as I slid down the rail until I flew off again... into the wall. I'm gonna have to put a mattress there or plastic surgery will be in order. Quickly getting up, I fixed my pajamas and walked into the kitchen as if nothing happened.  Looking around, I saw Nancy was at the stove making my heavenly french toast, Tatum already at the table with a raised brow, and Jeremy doing the typical thing; drinking coffee and giving me an 'are-you-kidding-me' look.

  As I sat down, a hot plate of the three cinnamon covered squares was put in front of me. I licked my lips and rubbed my hands together.

  I gave my best Elvis Presley impersonation,“Thank you, thank you very much.”

  Tatum snorted.

  “That was the worst impersonation ever.”

  “Ya, whatever.”

  We ate our french toast in peace until Jeremy's phone rang.

  “Hello?... Yes?...Today is my day off though...how much?...*whistle* I suppose I can make it in today...Okay, goodbye.”

  He turned off his phone and looked at our curious faces.

  “That was my boss. Apparently one of the other members broke both arms and a leg in an accident and I am to take his place for a while. But while I'm taking his place, I'll be able to get a raise. I'm going to have to leave now though if I want to get home earlier.”

  He ran upstairs and quickly got ready. When Jeremy got back to the kitchen, he gave us each a kiss on the forehead and ran off to the car.

  “...Wait a minute... did he say 'raise'?” I asked after a couple minutes.

  Tatum gave me a 'WTF' face.

  “Were you not listening Lucy? He just explained that.”

  “Well do you think we can go to Disney Land?” Me question was now directed to my adoptive mom. She paused mid-bite.

  “Well, if we keep saving up we might.”

  “Awesome.”

  After breakfast, I raced Tatum upstairs to the bathroom for a bath. Unfortunately, since life loves to be a bitch, I ended up tripping over one of the steps and hit some of the upper stairs face-first. Cackling, Tatum just continued running up the stairs. I sighed and picked myself up, I already lost. Making my way over to my bedroom, I picked out an outfit; bluish-black skinny jeans, a light purple t-shirt, orange ankle socks, my coke-cola sweatshirt (of course), and my rebook sneakers. Since Tate wasn't done yet, I took a string from my craft box and took out the small crystal. As I finished tying the string on, Tatum passed my door.

  “Your turn Lu-lu.”

  “Okay.”

  I grabbed my stuff and headed to the bathroom. After washing and getting dressed, I headed back to my room to collect my iPod and the crystal necklace. For some reason, my backpack was coming along too. Running over to the stairs again, I jumped on the railing and slid down fast. As I hit the 'flying off' stage, I felt myself being caught. I looked up curiously. Tatum was there.

  “You were going to crash into me.” She explained while putting me down.

  “Oh...Oh Ya! I wanted to tell you that I'll be going to the park today. Okay?”

  “Wanna ride?”

  I shook my head.

  “Na, I'm fine. I'll just walk. Need the exercise ya know?”

  “Be careful.”

  “U-huh. Tell Nancy for me, 'kay. Bye.”

  Cold autumn air hit me as I stepped outside. It felt great. I took out my iPod and plugged my ear buds in. I randomly selected a song. The World Is Mine, by Hatsune Miku. I love that song. Though I didn't really understand the lyrics, I quietly sang along too while I made my way the park.

  Before I knew it, I was at the park's swing set. I grinned and started to swing on it. I always felt so free when I went swinging on the swing set.

  Suddenly, through the ear buds, I heard a roaring of jet engines. Looking up, I gasped. Flying straight at me was a purple jet; the same one that crashed the lunchroom walls. I also felt the crystal getting warmer the closer the jet came. Mid air, I jumped off. And mind you that it wasn't low. Face planting into the ground, I felt the ground shake and jump as something landed couple meters ahead of me. Slowly I lifted my head.

  “Oh shit.”

  Pointed down at me was the end of a glowing blaster. Attached to the blaster was a pinkish-purple colored robot with red eyes. And on each of his wings were a darker purple cat-like insignia.

  “Hand over the Allspark, human, and I might let you live your pathetic little life.”

  I was shaking. What should I do? And what in the living heck was an Allspark? I slowly got up and gained as much courage as I could.

  “You want the Allspark?”

  I don't know what I'm doing but if it was going to save me, I'm all up for it.

  “Yes, now hand it over before I change my mind on letting you live.”

  I pointed at some bushes a couple yards behind him.

  “Over there. In those bushes.” I'm actually kinda impressed. I sounded more confident than I actually was.

  The robot stared at me for a minute. Then, believing me, turned around and walked to the bushes. As soon as he was turned though, I ran as if Tatum was going to beat me with a bat.

  “It's Not Here!” I heard him scream out. Man, can that guy scream!

  “No Shit Sherlock!” I yelled back. I was definitely going to regret that, I just know it.

  Thundering footsteps and threats was what I heard as I ran. Heh, if I die, I at least want a funny joke to be said so that my gravestone would say something like, 'she died laughing.' I think it would be kinda cool.

  “Get Back Here Fleshling So That I Can Tear You Limb From Limb!”

  My backpack bounced against my back as I ran for dear life, literally. I can tell when someone is telling the truth most of the time, and this guy was definitely telling the truth.

  I suddenly tripped, landing on my face. Why is it always the face? I flipped onto my back and stared at the metal being.

  “Well, crap.”