Chapter 5
I heard Asher mutter the words, "What the crap?" But I was the only one who heard it, but a person can be wrong more than once in a day.
That's when Griffin chuckles and says, "What the crap indeed, Asher. Oh Cameron wipe that look off your face. I certainly am surprised that you didn't see this coming. I mean you were the daughter of the most intelligent man ever. I thought that would have rubbed off on his one daughter, but as you thought yourself a person can be wrong more than once in a day."
"Excuse me!" I said completely shocked. How could my dad be the smartest man that is alive? I mean was. He worked as a journalist for Heavens sake! And how could Griffin know what I just thought?
"Oh Cammie how have you not guessed this already? Or are you as gullible as they say? I guess so. That's why you fell for me like a meteor from outer space. And they’re called an inteblantition. Your dad invented them. That’s why when people have something wrong with they're brain they implant these and then you get really high-tech senses, such as reading a person's mind." He walked over to me and looked me intently in the eyes. For a second I thought he was going to kiss me. So I got ready to knee him where it hurt.
"Trust me I won't be doing that with you, ever." To think I fell for this guy in less than two minutes of meeting him. I am stupid. Wow, what have I become? Really, what have I become? I hate this! I wish I never met this guy! Ugh! I hate my life, I hate my life, I hate my life, and I hate my life... I kept chanting it in my head. Maybe if I said it enough times I could be like Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz and click my heels and go back to the beginning of the day.
I say, "Oh, so you have something wrong with your brain."
"I did," Griffin says, "and if you want this to go easy for you. You might want to cut back on the sass."
I was so lost in thought that I didn't see the man in a suit and a jacket with golden hair, walking towards us and clapping his hands together, as if he just witnessed the best play in the world. He seemed elegant yet stern, nonchalant yet very serious, and every other detail that you could describe him as... besides, “Oh hey dad.”
"Hello my son. Good job! Now that is why you're my favorite!" Then he turned and looked at me with the most daring eyes in the world. He says, "So this must be the famous Cammie Munroe. I have heard so much about you, and from so many different people all around the world." He was appraising me for what I did. Whatever that was. I felt really dirty right then, like I needed to take 100 showers until I was even close to being clean again.
"Oh don't feel like that Cammaroni!" He said with true pleasure in his voice, "May I call you that? Oh no time to answer because of course I can. I just did!" He grinned like Griffin, his son, did when he got what he wanted. I may not have known Griffin too long, but I can tell when someone is overly joyed about something that they wanted for oh so very long. Apparently that's what this creep wanted to have. It was like seeing a kid on Christmas when they got the best gift ever, but in a few years looked back on it and thought it was stupid.
After that thought I summoned enough courage to say this, "Of course sir, you may call me that, because I love it when people I just met think they know everything about me. By the way my dad stopped calling me that when I was three. You need to update your sources," Whatever those were. All I knew was that I didn’t like where he was getting this “information”. Why does my life have to be so complicated?
The man turns to his left and says, “Now, now Asher let’s not do anything hasty!” I turn to see Asher getting a pocket knife out to cut the rope, but of course they can read minds and a bunch of other impossible tasks. Griffin’s dad took the “weapon” away and put it in his red jacket that seemed to reach the floor.
I just thought of something. I don’t even know his name. All I know is that he was Griffin’s dad and that he worked for Bill Gates and was into computers. For all I know that could have been a lie just like everything I learned about Griffin and the demented family he belonged to.
“You don’t need to know that, but since you’ll be forced to live with me for a while. We might as well get to know each other on a first-name basis,” he starts to say. “It seems only fair for you to meet the whole crew first, though.” Once again I was so caught up in thought I didn’t see about 5 more people walk towards us. They’re all dressed up in coats much like Griffin’s dad, except each of them was a different color, the colors of the rainbow. They all walked in formation, it was really creepy. All the colors in order, except the second to last one. Wait no the indigo jacket was in the person in the blue jacket. Did I mention that they were all wearing ski masks? So you couldn’t tell for the life of you if the person under the jacket was a girl or a boy, but it doesn’t matter because apparently I’ll find out soon enough.
“Well let’s say name, how you’re related to Griffin, you’re age, and in color order,” Griffin’s dad says. “Well I am Chase, I am (if you have not guessed already, which I believe may be possible) Griffin’s father, and I am 46. Next!”
“My name is,” said a person with an orange coat. As they took of their ski mask they turned out to be a girl with the same hair just as Griffin’s, “Allison, I’m related to Griffin by being his mother, and I am 45 years old.”
The next person taking of their ski cap said, “Hello my name is Henry. I am 42 years old and related to Griffin by being his uncle.” He had a yellow jacket on, black hair, and green eyes.
“My name is Luke,” a man said with a green jacket on. “I’m 20 years old and I’m Griffin’s brother.” He had blond hair and gray eyes that if they could kill someone that’s what they would be doing.
“Hey, my name is Brady, I’m 18, and I’m Griffin’s brother,” Said a guy hair like his fathers, bright blue eyes like Griffin, and eh was wearing a blue jacket.
Griffin walks forward, grabs his I guess indigo coat, and says, “You already know me.”
I mutter the words unfortunately and everyone just glares at me. I mean can you blame?! I'm kidnapped! The nerve of these people.
The last person started to take off their ski mask. When they did I was stunned to see a girl standing there with almost black eyes, she had gold hair like her dad and brother, she was about 5'4 and obviously still growing. She says, “Hey, I’m Aubrey. I’m Griffin’s sister and I’m…”
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