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CHAPTER TWENTY ONE, the haunting of mission creek high

CHAPTER TWENTY ONE, the haunting of mission creek high

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Emilia was talking with the trio in the school hallway, when Leo popped his head around the door, making a 'pssttt' sound to get their attention. "Hey, guys, you ever have that nightmare where you're standing in the middle of the school in nothing but your birthday suit? Well, it's happening to me!"

He walked out, revealing himself in only a towel, making Emilia widen her eyes. "Someone stole my clothes while I was in the shower!" Leo informed them. "Well, you know when I lose something, I find it helps to ask yourself, where's the last place you saw it?" Adam suggested.

"On my body." Leo replied, looking at Adam with a look of disbelief. "And you definitely checked there?" Adam asked.

Bree looked at the Dooley boy. "That is so mean. Who would do that to you?" Bree asked, making Emilia sigh.

"I'll give you one guess." The girl muttered. And she was proven right when Trent came walking in wearing Leo's clothes over his own. "Trent? You took my clothes?" Leo asked in shock.

Scoffing, Trent then reminded. "Well, yeah. How else am I supposed to play 'Attack of the giant Trent'? Ooh! Tear in Aisle Two." He remarked, managing to rip Leo's clothes. "Looks like your mommy's gonna have to buy you clothes at the not big and the not tall store." He laughed, running to high-five a random student.

"Why does Trent always pick on me more than anyone else?" Leo questioned, in which Chase shrugged in reply. "Well, I outsmart him. I've studied his schedule and routine to ensure that we're never alone together. I even know when he's gonna take a-" Chase pointed to his watch as Trent called out. "Bathroom Break!"

"Right on time." Chase said, making Emilia send him a strange look.

Bree hummed. "Son, you need a hobby." She stepped away to go to her locker, as Leo turned to the others. "I'm sick of this. I'm gonna go offer Trent a choice: stop picking on me or suffer the consequences." He turned around to walk into the hall.

Emilia stepped towards Bree before she whipped her head around hearing Leo scream. Trent came running back in a second later, holding Leo's towel before he waved it around. "Camera phones on, people. We've got a runner!"

Emilia growled, dropping her bag onto the floor as she stopped at the door before anyone could run in and embarrass Leo. "Hang on, guys." She smirked. "Instead of seeing a kid get bullied, why don't you watch Trent get hurt by a girl?" She suggested, scoffing out a chuckle. She turned to glare at Trent who let out a scream.

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She grabbed onto his ear, pulling him down before looking at the other students. "Camera phones on, people. We got a crier!" She mocked the boy, spinning him around before slamming him against the lockers, making everyone laugh at Trent.

Emilia smiled in satisfaction, lightly chuckling at him before reaching down to grab the towel that belonged to Leo. "I'll take that, thank you. And I'm sure a certain someone would want their clothes back." She reminded him. She gave him one last fake smile before walking into the hall, leaving the youngest bionic sibling shocked. Bree nudged him, snapping him out of his trance.

"We get it, your girlfriend's hot. Did you now just realise that?" Bree laughed. She wasn't surprised by Emilia's actions, as she left with a proud smile.

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Since Leo's clothes were ripped, he had to borrow an emergency pantsuit from Perry, who stood in the centre of the hallway, preparing to make an announcement. "Attention, Dandruff Donkeys! Tomorrow is the Homecoming dance, and if you don't have a date now, keep asking. I love watching rejection!"

"How many dances have you been to?" Bree wondered, before Perry snapped. "We're not going there, Stick Pop."

"Tomorrow's also the one hundredth anniversary of the demise of Jasper the Janitor. Flo, Brandy, a little mood lighting." Perry continued, before one of the lunch ladies approached her. "It was a dark, gloomy night at Mission Creek High, when a group of kids decided to prank old Jasper."

"What were a bunch of kids doing in school at night?" Leo questioned, before Perry turned to yell at him. "Irrelevant!" She grabbed the flashlight. "They decided to scare him when he was cleaning the pencil sharpener. His beard got caught, and all they found were Jasper shavings, with no one to sweep them up."

"What about the janitor?" Adam asked, before gasping. "Oh. Never mind, guys, I got there."

Perry was left to continue the story. "Legend has it that every ten years, Jasper's ghost returns to seek revenge on the students!" Trent screamed, before correcting himself. "I mean, ah, good story!"

"Whenever he returns, there's always one kid who mysteriously moves away, never to be heard from again!" The lights turned back on again before Perry switched off topic. "Anywho, I'm going on a little vacay. Me and Mr Whiskers are gonna zip-line across the Grand Canyon. Until then, I leave you under the watchful eye of Mrs Thistle. Thistle!"

"Bingo!" Mrs Thistle called out. "See you in two weeks. Well, whoever's left." Perry said, cackling as she walked away.

"Are we really supposed to believe that the school is haunted?" Chase questioned before Adam chimed in. "Yeah, Jasper's probably just misunderstood. The ghost in my cartoons are very friendly."

Trent came walking by, talking to someone. "Do you think that ghost is real? And I'm not asking for me. It's for my friend... Brent." He said, making Leo widen his eyes. "I got it! Trent is afraid of ghosts! We can use your bionics to create one and scare him. Then he'll be humiliated and he won't do it to me anymore."

Chase looked at him. "Leo, do you actually believe anyone's gonna buy that the school is haunted just 'cause I do this?" He questioned before using his molecular kinesis to move the brush across the hall, making the students scream and run away. "All right! Let's make some ghosts!"

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