I have 31 dirty, measly rascals in my care now. Each of them was worse than the other. They weren't used to being ordered around. I called them down for early breakfast. (A/N - All the kids are 10 and Mr. E is 20.)

 

    I screamed up the stairs, "Wake up! Breakfast is ready!"

    A sleepy Bryan Estevez was at the top of the stairs, asking, "*yawn* What are we having...?"

    Abdullah, who was sleepwalking, joined Bryan, and said, while rubbing his eyes, " Probably burnt toast, although I hope not. See, this man is very poor, so he can't afford to get US anything worth eating..while he eats like a pig himself."

    Suddenly, out of nowhere, a very hyper Jeffrey Shih popped up behind Bryan, scaring him.

    "I want waffles and pancakes...and 5 cups of heavily sugar induced coffee!" said Jeffrey.

    "Slow down, just get everyone down to the kitchen in 5 minutes or NO breakfast for anyone! and no, Abdullah, it is not burnt toast." I said.

    "Sid someone say breakfast?" questioned a chgorus of voices coming from their rooms.

 

    In about 5 seconds flat, everyone was rushing down the stairs and into the kitchen, trampling me beneath their feet and leaving me looking like as flat as a pancake. The kids were scrambling everywhere, getting their grimy hands on the furniture, which I would clean later, and after eating their food, they piled their dirty plates high in the sink without even bothering to wash them. Then, whithout even giving a thankyou for the meal, the kids rushed back into their rooms...

 

*~ 1 hour later ~*

 

    I was finally done cleaning when I heard a shattering sound coming from the front parlor. Quickly I raced to the room, only to see that one of the windows was broken. There were sharp pieces of glass scattered everywhere, and amidst all that was a deflated soccer ball. I glanced outside to see Kamil and both Davids, Nitchamn and Naupari, frozen in place.

 

    Kamil had his foot positioned like he had just kicked something. Naupari was standing unbetween 2 trash cans. Nitchman was sprawled on the floor. I beconed them over and made them sit on the couch. Then I grabbed Naupari by his ear.

 

    "Ow, let me go, I was just ther goalie, I didn't kick the ball!" he said.

    I let go and took a razor from my back pocket, which I keep there to occasionally shave my stubble of a beard/mustache. I positioned the razor above Nitchamn's head, causing him to go into a panic.

    He said, "No, don't! I tried to steal the ball!"

    After putting away the razor I snuck up behind Kamil and pushed down on his pressure point, the one by the neck, earing me a' "Let go! I'm sorry, I guess I don't know my own strength!"

    I was so enfuriated, so I gave them a harsh punishment, or at least the harshest one I could come up with.

    "To bed without dinner tonight. You will also clean up the glass and find a way to pay for the window." I said, then sent then to work, and then to solitary confinement in their rooms.

 

~* A few minutes after Mr. E leaves *~

 

    "That Edelman guy is really wierd. Doesn't he care wether or not we hurt ourselves?" Kamil stated to the Davids.

    "I don't know, but I think he deserves to be in jail-" says Naupari, before being cut off by Nitchman.

    "-or at least fined for child endangernment." Nitchman concluded.

    "We need revenge..." they all said, then went to work.

 

*~ 2 hours later ~*

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                      *~ Tima ~*