Chatterbox: Inkwell

For those of you who read my other post about a spy school this is the same story, just more and tweeked a bit. Copying- no, Critisim- yes! Thanks! ;D

                            Prologue

            Eleven-year-old Amme Scott’s shoulder length brow hair blew behind her, her green cat-like eyes locked on the target. Her brown, sleek tennis shoes made barely any noise as she darted down the white tiled hallways of SSOGA, her school. She had fifteen seconds to the bell and fifteen yards to her target, Latin. Just as she was a yard away from her class the bell rang. Amme felt a pang of disappointment in her chest.

‘Oh man, late again? I’m gonna get in serious trouble with the Director this time.’

                           Chapter One

            Amme was ready to go home. Not only was she late to her 2nd block class, but she also flunked her critical thinking test, and had to have a hamburger for lunch (in case you haven’t tried it a school hamburger can only be described as follows: it looks like a regular burger, smells like turkey, and tastes like a mixture of ham and lima beans. It is like a cardboard sandwich dunked in pickle juice.)

            When Amme walked through the door of 2460 Jones Avenue everything nothing got any better. Bliss, Blossom, and Breeze, her triplet of younger sisters, were fighting over who got to paint their nails first, Mom was making some mac and cheese on the stovetop and Dad was trying to take an important call with his boss, but still keep the “B girls”(that’s what his called Bliss, Blossom, and Breeze) quiet. It was chaos. Amme tried to help.

            “Mom, can I help you with that?” Amme asked.

            “Umm… no I got I sweetie,” Mom said and then she burnt herself on the side of the pan

            “Dad, would like me to help with the girls?” Amme questioned.

            “Nope, I’m O.K.,” he replied and then told his boss to stop whining instead of telling the “B girls.”

            “Hi girls, do you want me to paint your nails?” Amme said.

            “I can get it,” spoke Bliss and then wiped hot pink nail polish on her brand new, white dress.

            “Why would I need your help?” retaliated Blossom as she spilled a container of neon green polish onto the baby blue tablecloth.

            “No thank you,” responded Breeze right when she was absent-mindedly painting a line of orange right up her foot.

            Seeing that no one apparently needed help creating the havoc that was taking place, Amme causally walked upstairs to her room and pulled up a chair. Sitting at her computer desk, she could still smell the unmistakable sent of nail polish.

‘That’s strange. They’ve painted their nails before there and I couldn’t smell it… Oh, well. Maybe it’s the vents,’ Amme thought as she turned on her computer. It automatically beeped, signaling that one or both of her friends was on as well. Amme put her headset on so she would be able to chat.

“Amme, Is that you?” A voice called from the computer.

“Yep, It’s me Lana. What’s up? You sound exicited,” Amme observed.

“Oh man, I am. Keith is missing. I haven’t seen him all day and he wasn’t at his house when I called,” exclaimed Lana.

            “But,” added Amme. “That could only mean one thing! Do you think it really happened?”

            “Oh, I hope so. Cause than means that I’m next! And then you of course,” Lana replied.

            Then, footsteps sounded in the hallway. Instead of taking the turn towards the left hall as most people did, the footsteps continued down the back hallway, where only her room was located.

            “Gosh, Lana. I’ve got to go. Someone’s coming! Bye!” Amme hastily tore off her headset and put in the secret compartment inside her keyboard. The footsteps continued. She closed the online chat button on her computer and double-clicked on the internet icon. Then, the door of her room opened and in stepped a mysterious black-clad stranger. Amme thought it was her mom coming to tell her dinner was ready and she spun towards the door in her leather swivel chair.