Black Numos Island - Maggie Morris, Alaina Fulkerson (best novels of all time .TXT) 📗

Black Numos Island

Black Numos Island

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Maggie Morris and Alaina Fulkerson

 

 

 

Table of Contents

 

Chapter 1…Goodbye Chapter 16…Kids

 

Chapter 2…Boarding the Plane Chapter 17…Finding the Hideout

 

Chapter 3…Nutty Netty Chapter 18…Invasion

 

Chapter 4…Return of Steve Chapter 19…Options

 

Chapter 5…Pranks Chapter 20…Terrifying

 

Chapter 6…The Crash Chapter 21…Landing

 

Chapter 7…Consequences Chapter 22…Nevermore

 

Chapter 8…Survivors

 

Chapter 9…Sneak Out

 

Chapter 10…Secrets, Caverns, and Secret Caverns

 

Chapter 11…Strangers

 

Chapter 12…Marc Slythe

 

Chapter 13…Hospital

 

Chapter 14…Snake!

 

Chapter 15…The Crash II

Goodbye

 

“Bye kids, we love you! See you in a week. Be nice to Netty,” Mara said in a singsongy voice.

“We will Mom!” Emily promised. As she watched her parents pick up their bags, she wondered what it would be like without them for a week. Suddenly, Sam interrupted her thoughts.

“Yes mom, we’ll be nice.” He muttered sarcastically. Luke nudged Sam and gave him a look.

Sam replied with, “What?” Luke gave him exasperated sigh as he turned to his parents and waved.

“Why does he always nudge me?” Sam asked Emily softly. Emily shrugged, and then turned to wave to her parents while saying,

“We'll miss you! Be back as soon as possible.” Tears welled up in her eyes. Sam sighed and thought, Emily, the dramatic one. It fit her perfectly.

While everyone else was deep in thought, Luke thought he heard Mara whispering to Chris, but they were too far away to hear. Just then, they grabbed their bags and headed out the door.

As soon as Mara and Chris were gone, Luke stood up to take charge. “We need to get this house whipped into shape before Netty comes!” Luke pulled a few sponges out of a garbage bag that Sam and Emily had not noticed before and began handing them to Sam and Emily. A few minutes later, he began assigning jobs.

“Sam, you’re in charge of the bathroom. Those filthy black and white tiles really need some scrubbing. Emily, you take the kitchen. I noticed that when Mom dropped her spaghetti last night she missed a few of the sauce-spots! As for me, I get the important job of dusting the furniture!”

Luke loved cleaning and organizing. The only problem was, his brother and sister didn’t. His parents scolded him whenever he let his bossy side take over when he was with his siblings. But now, they weren’t here. Interrupting his thoughts, Sam groaned.

“Why do I have to work near the toilet?”

“Because I said so!” Luke retorted.

“I don’t understand why no one likes doing this stuff,” he muttered. He turned back to Sam.

“Well, now that I’ve told you what to do, go on and do it!”

Luke grabbed a duster off the shelf next to him and stalked off into the living room, his nose in the air. Suddenly, the door slammed open. Mara ran in, with Chris right on her heels.

“Forgot my laptop!” Mara gasped. Luke calmly walked over to the couch, picked it up, and handed it to her.

“There you go, Mom. Have a nice flight.” Mara grinned and said,

“God, I love you kids.” She planted a kiss on his head and then walked out the door. Luke felt a pang of sadness as he heard Mara call out,

“Don’t make your brother and sister do too much cleaning!” But then, he smiled and got back to work.

After five minutes, he decided to check on Sam and Emily. After walking into the kitchen to find no Emily, he glared at the wall and jogged into the office. There, just like he had suspected, sat his two siblings playing a computer game.

“How dare you two mess around with computer science when you should be clean-” The doorbell rang, cutting him off.

“Yes! Saved by the bell!” shouted Sam. He and Emily jumped up and ran to the door. Luke grumpily walked after them. The wooden door was wide open when he reached them, and standing in the rain was a teenager who had a very, “different”, appearance.

“Oh,” Sam said.

“The babysitter.”

 

Boarding the Plane

Mara and Chris had three kids that they loved very much. There was Emily, their only daughter, who was sweet and always ready to work hard, even though she was a year younger than her brothers. And then there was Sam and Luke, the 12-year-old twins who fought and made nasty comments to each other a lot. But they were always nice to their one-year-younger sister. Now, Mara and Chris were saying goodbye to their three beloved kids. Plus, they were leaving the lives of their kids with a pressured and irresponsible teenager.

“Hun’, maybe we shouldn’t do this,” Mara stood up and whispered in Chris’s ear.

“Mara, you know we just got moved up to a higher position in our job, so we don’t want to lose it now.”

“I know, bu-”

“Shhh.” Chris put a finger up to Mara’s lips and wrapped his arms around her.

“Bye kids, we love you!” he said quietly. And then they were out the door, suitcases and all.

Mara had just satten down when she remembered something.

“Stop the car!” She screamed. The cab driver slammed on his brakes. Mara opened the door, jumped out of the vehicle and started running. Hesitating for a few seconds, Chris opened his door as well and jumped out. Together they ran back to their house on Walmer Street. Halfway there Mara slipped off her high-heels so she wouldn’t trip and break her ankle. She was thankful that the grizzly man hadn’t driven the taxi too far before she remembered her computer. Mara flung the door open and tried to remember where she had last placed her ThinkPad,

“Forgot my laptop!” Mara was grateful that her son knew exactly where her ThinkPad was; as soon as she and Chris ran in, Luke handed to her with a few words.

“God, I love you kids,” she said, as she kissed Luke on top of the head and raced off again with Chris at her heels.

Chris called the taxi over and together he and Mara rode to the grand MZ airport.

“C’mon Mara, we’re already late!” Mara grabbed her and Chris’s bulging suitcases and ran into the bag-check. After checking their bags in, they ran to security. Mara and Chris took of their shoes, belts, and jewelry. But, when Mara was halfway through, the the scanner beeped. She looked shocked. But

then, she looked at Chris and he tapped his wrist. Mara immediately knew what was wrong.

“Oh, I forgot to take off my watch!” she chuckled casually, like it happened every day to her.

“I guess I needed to know the time when I was going through!” Nobody laughed but Chris. She stepped back, and slid off her watch, which was speckled with glittering diamonds. She set it on the plain, beige counter and walked back through. They reached the gate just in time.

“All pre-borders, come to Gate C,” the intercom played. Chris handed both his and Mara’s tickets to the rather large man standing behind the counter.

“Hello, I’m Steve,” he said. Chris eyed him warily. People didn’t normally tell him their names if they were only going to see him for a minute or two. Mara looked suspicious, too.

“You’ll see me again,” Steve said. Together, Chris and Mara walked to the end of the gate, glancing at each other with raised eyebrows.

Mara muttered under her breath, “I love you, kids,” and stepped onto the rather smallish plane.

Nutty Netty

“Hi, I’m Netty,” the babysitter said. Netty’s appearance displayed a dark black shirt with ripped jeans and earbuds blasted on full volume (from what the kids could hear).

“You're Nutty? I believe it!” Sam shouted over the noise. He snorted, then began rolling around the floor to make Netty feel bad.

“No, I’m NETTY! That’s not even funny!” the babysitter yelled, clearly humiliated already. The kids knew how to handle babysitters. Meanwhile, Luke asked calmly,

“Your name is Neddy? But isn’t that a boy’s name?” He was more sincere when he said it, as if he actually was curious. Netty didn’t think he sounded sincere, though.

“NO, I’M NETTY!!! N-E-T-T-Y!” Emily stood out of the way, quietly laughing to herself. Seeing her, Netty warned,

“Stop laughing little girl!”

“I’m not little. I’m 11 years old, and I am much more responsible than some people could ever be,” Emily hinted, shooting a sideways glance at Sam as she plopped down onto the brown leather couch.

Netty sighed dramatically and stormed off to the kitchen.

Tired of teasing Netty, Sam came up with a new idea. Sure, maybe his idea would sort of tease Netty (and Emily), but it would also keep him busy.

“Yeah, go on and make yourself real comfy. I’ll just be in my secre- I mean in my room, doing...stuff,” he said to Emily.

“What type of ‘stuff’ does that include?” Emily asked Sam, while beginning to feel a little nervous.

“You don’t want to know,” Sam said mysteriously, shaking his oval-shaped head.

Why don’t I want to know? Hopefully he isn’t planning something terrible, thought Emily. In his messy room, Sam was mischievously thinking of a plan to scare his sister and get ‘Nutty Netty’ wet and humiliated.

I know! I’ll tell Netty that I’m sick, she’ll race in and a bucket of ice water will dump on her. And for Emily… Trixie the Clown, definitely. He hurried over to his desktop computer and printed a large picture of Trixie, which even slightly scared himself. After adding a few of his own details to the drawing, he ran downstairs to the garage to find a bucket. He rigged a pulley system. Finally, he tested his contraption. He walked through the door, and the bucket tipped.

Perfect, he thought.

After finishing his amazing invention, Sam walked down the stairs to eat dinner. As soon as he entered the kitchen, he saw Netty standing there stirring a bowl on the stove. Luke and Emily were already sitting at the table, licking their lips.

“Sit down, brat,” Netty ordered rudely.

“What is it?” Sam asked, oblivious to the order in Netty’s voice.