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Fleana, Prince, Katrina, and Marion are experiencing the effects of their most embarrassing blunder and are failing their classes when they get an unpleasant visit from their grandparents.

Submitted:Apr 20, 2014    Reads: 5    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

~~ Entry #2
Have I ever told you the story of how our evil grandparents used us as science experiments and somehow ended up making us better. No? Well, have a seat. We got a lot to tell you. It was a normal day of school at Levels Academy…and it was awful. I stared at the F I've gotten on a test I should have easily passed. Everyone else did except for my friends which was had been my only consolation. Mrs. Rosethorne's writing echoed in my thoughts "You have to be smarter, more organized, and more prepared."
Failure. A new friend of ours. My adopted sister, Susan, kept telling me to keep my head up, but how could I? It's tough being the new kid. I say that not exactly because we were new to Levels but because of the embarrassing fact that we didn't even know what we were a few months ago, even though it was so obvious and everyone and their mothers knew it. I had no idea I myself was a cloud. Yep, that's right, a part of the atmosphere. And I didn't even notice it. In my defense, us BioticAbiotics (The technical term for us living natural substances) did look like humans but we've should've known. It was in our names for crying out loud: Fleana Mammatus, Prince BorealisAustralis, Katrina Tropical, Marion Solar. How stupid could we be? Our new school was showing us. We were once B students. Now we have to hide our report cards. I'm telling you I'd rather be human. At least I'm descent at that. I digress. The story really begins with the actual new students. The ones that looked like lifeless robots sitting behind us in class staring intently at us with what looked to be glowing red eyes.

Yeah, reading from what my friend was saying I guess you've discovered our dirty little secret. Well, the surprises didn't stop there as she forgot to mention that we were also the first asexual test tube babies and that our grandparents, with our parents' approval of course, help made that happen (Too long and gross a story to tell). Problem was our grandparents saw us as nothing more than a science marvel and would be more willing to probe us than give us hard candy and talk about what life was like in the old country. I'm telling you all of this really hurts your reputation. And yes we have bellybuttons! I'm tired of telling people that!
Anyway, it turns out the new students were robots and when they cornered us on the way to the bus, they beat the snot out of us and dragged us silently away.

Okay, enough rants. Let's get down to the real story and complain later. The robots planted us in chairs right in front of our grandparents in a lab somewhere in Juxtapose City. I don't know exactly where in Juxtapose City they took us since they blindfolded us before they dumped us in a mist made truck.
The lab was perfectly suitable to our kind. Everything seemed to be either solar powered or air powered. Some scientists were watering huge Venus fly traps before being snapped up by the beasts. On the wall there was a recycling symbol with a little Earth in the middle and the words below it read "Eco-corp. Making the world a better place, one less human at a time."
Grandpa smiled at me. I returned a frown.
Fleana's grandmother, Clarissa, smiled as the Venus fly trap spat out a shoe from the scientist it ate.
Normally, regular teenagers in this moment would be like "Why are doing this to us?" or "You're the worst grandparents ever!" but that's not me.
"What the Styx do you want now?" I said a little annoyed.
"Oh, just to help." Clarissa said.
"With what?" Prince said cautiously. No doubt he was remembering what they did to us last time (Another long story).
"Life." His grandfather, Boreas, said. "It's tough enough as it is, isn't it? What is this your fourth F?"
"You've been watching us?" Fleana asked.
"Always." Grandpa George said. "We have to keep an eye on our darling young grandchildren."
I shifted in my seat. "Okay, other than being stalkers how are you going to help us?"
"Simple." Clarissa said. And then four helmets with blinking lights landed on our heads from the ceiling. From the corner of my eye, I faintly saw a machine with an Eco-corp symbol on it start up. In the middle of it was something glowing. I knew instantly it had to be powered with solar radiation, the only thing that could affect our kind. We had been hit with the stuff before, and it altered our molecules for about a week or so.
"This is what we call the Cerebral Enhancer. It should help you with your…problems. Think of it as a studying technique." Clarissa explained.
Prince nervously poked at one of the lights. "And…you think this will help?"
"I guess we'll see." Marion's grandfather, Thomas, said. He walked over to the machine and reached for the switch.
"Wait!" We shouted.
He flipped the switch, and searing pain erupted in my skull.
The four of us shouted in pain for about a minute and then all was well. Well, except for the fact we passed out.

I'm gonna make this short. I woke up in my bed, and grabbed my head still thinking that the Cerebral Enhancer was still on me. My shoulders slumped when I found out it wasn't. I didn't know how I got back home, and I thought maybe it was all a dream.
I strolled down to the kitchen and met up with the gang for breakfast. My dad and my brother, Matthew, had left a note telling me they had went off to work. They had to be wondering where I went when I didn't come back home after school.
While we were eating, we noticed that something changed about us. I couldn't quite explain it, but everything just seemed clearer to me now.
Prince showed us the card he found laying in his hand when he woke up this morning, so I knew what happened earlier couldn't have been a dream. It read "If there is ever a problem, contact us at Eco-corp."
He tucked the card in his back pocket.


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