Chapter 1: Ava
"No, you idiot. The fields can't be there, the power plant is right there! I swear, you cannot map anything." I protested, erasing the little marks Ethan had drawn to resemble grass.
"Like you know any better." He grunted, handing over the pencil reluctantly.
I smiled. "Why thank you. Now, I'm thinking the bank goes over here, don't you?" Ethan shrugged and I drew in the tiny, miniscule buildings.
"What are you guys doing...?" Ethan looked up and nudged my arm. There was Zoey, standing in the doorway.
"Zoey!" I smiled, covering up the project with multiple books. "Do you need something? Ethan and I are kind of busy..." I covered the parts that weren't covered 'casually' with my arm.
"I wanted to invite you to my tea party later, but it's clear you two are doing something much more interesting. What's with the giant parchment?" She asked, right before Ethan rose and shut the door in her face.
"I know what you're thinking, and the answer is no. We can't tell Zoey. She's too young. You've read the rules, you know what could happen. Besides, she'll tell every one of her friends. She can't be trusted."
"Shecan hear you!" Zoey yelled from the other side of the door. I gave Ethan a sarcastic look.
"Let her in, you doofus." Ethan opened the door and Zoey stepped in the room. "Zoey," I coaxed, holding out my hand to her, "if we tell you something, do you promise to not tell anyone, not even mom and dad, about it?" She nodded. I took her hand, and led her over to the table, Ethan watching and shaking his head. "In that case, we've got the biggest secret to tell you."
I propped her up on the chair. "Really? What it is?"
"Well," I started," it starts with a little imagination, some magic, a bit of butcher paper, and a lot of belief..."
"Bye, have a good time! See you when you get back!" Zoey called to our parents as they drove rom the driveway, on their way to the airport, from which they would fly to Manhattan for a business trip. As soon as they rounded the corner, Zoey turned around and skipped back inside.
I looked at Ethan. "Look at her, she's clueless, we have to tell her."
"No, we don't. We'll figure out what's going on later; when we tell her, she should have all the details at once, instead of having to wait it all out." He replied, and I smiled.
"You said when," I teased as we walked back to the front door, "meaning weare going to tell her?"
"You're right, we're going to have to, eventually."
"After we figure everything out?"
"Right after. But Ava, this is bad... Like, really bad. We need to find out what's going on, before it's too late..."
"Okay," I agreed, "but how do we figure it all out? How do we-"
"Hey Ava, do we have any chicken soup in the fridge? I'm kind of hungry..." We heard Zoey call from down the hall. Ethan looked at me, like, "I'll get it", and boom - conversation over.