The bus came while we were just finishing up the last tacos. We got on the bus and were on our way home to plan our next move.  We got back into my room and took out my trusty chalk board and started playing commander/teacher. 

            “Alright class, here’s what I’ve found in the library.   Toshio’s mother disappeared after her death leaving her youngest daughter behind.  The daughter is at a psycho ward because she keeps on seeing her dead sister.  We’re gonna pay a visit to her.  But we need to sneak in so here’s my plan. But first, George, stop picking your nose.” George stopped and I told my crew of the plan in detail. 

I finished off by saying, “We strike at 7pm, in 2 hours.”  

We all got hungry so I decided to make dinner.

“Whoa, wait a minute, you can’t cook!” Salina said.

“Don’t worry, I’m a miracle worker!”

“You cannot cook.  George nearly died from your burnt pancakes.”

“What! I thought they were dark chocolate cookies that Vanny messed up on!”

“Shut up! Watch me, on a second note, don’t.  Go downstairs and play DDR.”

The group nodded and went downstairs.

I went to my secret stash filled with boxes of instant foods, microwavable mashed potatoes, Philsbury croissant rolls and cookie dough, box of fish sticks, a box of cake mix, 1 minute microwavable rice, microwavable vegetable soup and salad kit with a bag of pre washed vegetables.

“This should be good! It’ll be ready in 20 minutes! Hehe” I thought.

I grabbed the potatoes and did as the instructions said and threw is in the microwave.  Everything that didn’t say microwavable, I threw in the oven.  Within 20 minutes, everything was done. 

            “What the heck happened to the mashed potatoes! They got burnt! It looks like… like… chocolate cookie dough!” I grabbed the box and read the instructions again. “Ohhhh! Lucky! I got another packet in there!”  I threw the burnt mashed potatoes to the side and started on a new packet.  This time, it turned out fine.  In fact, everything else came out looking decent… after a little help.

            “Enid, come down and fix this.”

            My 12 year old sister can work wonders with a microwave.  She always cleans up my mess.  So, I sat there, watched the shorty get to work and then watched her clean the dished.  She grabbed all the dishes and utensils and started to set the table up.

            “Oh ho ho! Don’t forget to say Vanessa made all this!” I said.

            She finished and said, “Can I have your computer for the rest of the week then? I have WOE to attend.” 

            WOE was short for War of Emperium, from an online game called Ragnarok.  She and Adrian take turns to play on it 24/7 literally.  The only time she gets off the computer is when Adrian kicks her off threatening to talk to her crush or when she needs to pee, poop, the necessities.

            “Fine. But you have to hide all evidence of the premade foods! That means, you take out all the garbage!  And don’t touch my laptop and don’t snoop on my computer.”

            “Ok!” and she ran off.

            I grabbed myself some food before calling the crew up to eat.  I knew they would have no sympathy when it comes to food.  The crew then was called.  When they saw the table, they were in shock, especially Denny.  He fainted but quickly regained consciousness. 

            “It’s so brighttttttt!” Salina said.

            “What the, how the fuck is this possible?” George asked.

            I smiled and said, “I told you I can make miracles. Let’s eat, we got a mission ahead!”

            They ran to the table and started scarfing the food down their throats.  I sat on the floor, the dinner table was getting too violent.

            “That’s mine!” Denny yelled.

            “Save it fatty! It’s mine!” Salina yelled back.

            They were fighting over the plate of fishsticks.  Salina was always addicted to them.  Whenever she came over, she would ask for fishsticks and icecream… I’m serious. 

            Anyways, I took a bite out of my cake and then I heard… Thud! Gobble gobble gobble.  It was like the sound of a bite madly eating it’s mushy dog food.  I looked up and say George’s head dunked into the bowl of mashed potatoes.  Soon, all the food was gone.  The three had fought and ate all the food on the table and the dishes were sparkling clean.  “Looks like they licked them pretty well…” I thought. 

            “Wash the dishes and clean up, fatties” I said.

            “Good work Vanny.” Salina said.

            Those 3 took the dishes to the sink and cleaned up.  I went to my room and packed my gear.  The crew came upstairs and packed their bags too.  In the bags was my laptop, mp3 player, video cam, smoke bomb, wire cutters, and lots of other gadgets I thought would be handy in our raid.  The other bags were full of similar things. 

            “Hey! Are we gonna wear black clothes just like in the movies?” Salina asked.

            “If you want…” I replied.

            “Cool! I feel like we’re like in a triad and the boss gave us a mission to raid a bank or something, just like in the Color of Loyalty!” George said.

            “Shut up George, stop watching that crap,” I said, “Hey, when did I own that black blanket?”

            “That’s my shirt… I’m getting my wardrobe out.” Denny replied.

            “Holy shit! It’s huge!” George said as he picked up the shirt, “Look! It wraps around me three times! What size is this?  XXXL! HAHHAHAHAH!”

            “Stop it George! You’ll hurt Denny’s feelings, especially when Vanny’s parents nicknamed him fat boy the other day.” Salina said.

            “Sorry bout that…” I said while looking down.

            “Yeah.. sorry.” George said.

            Denny glared at George and walked towards the washroom to get changed.  We all started getting ready for Operation Azn Invasion.  When we all finished, we crammed into Salina’s car once again.

            “Operation Azn Invasion will now commence!” I said.