Take a Trip..pt 3

Jack bit off a small piece of straw paper, getting it nice and wet. Aiming down the straw, he blew with all he had, sending the spit ball towards Natka’s neck. Her hand flashed out and it.

“Woah,” Calen said.

“Nice **instinct** sis,” Nacek laughed.

Natka gave her brother a sideways look, “I’ve lived with you for hundreds of years. I know how boys act.”

A spit ball splatted against Nacek’s cheek. “Blagh,” he wiped it off. Calen and Jakes let loose their laughs from the back seat.

“Are we there yet?” Jake asked.

“No,” Natka said, “And quit asking.”