Pen to Film

 This is it, the end of my little experiment. It may not have gotten many views. Ah well what's a blog if you don't use it. Enjoy! P.S. a picture from chapter nine I forgot to upload. It was an early sketch before the whole story was flushed out. Chapter 10 Over the next week nothing happened and everything changed. The Smiths were given custody of a little month old baby and since we had always insisted we wanted to stay together Beni was sent to the Garcias with me. I secretly wished the Smiths choked on all the stinky diapers. On Wednesday a car wreck orphaned three siblings which the Garcias immediately said they would take in. Making things much more full. Wanda who had been there temporarily the longest was relocated to, get this, the Tiptons. The nice old couple that I dropped the stucco piece on the husband's head. I'm sure they'd prefer Wanda's quieter ways. Friday was the end of the school year. Hey and I had little time to talk, but when I thanked him...

 Big final two chapters. Probably should have split them more. Ah, well readership is up on all these posts so thanks to every clicker. Chapter 9 The way Mr. and Mrs. Smith look at me always makes me want to squirm out of my own skin. Getting out of the car I'm tackled by Beni. I squeeze him back and at once my own skin isn't so bad. We start for the gate to the backyard and the adults head inside, but not before Mrs. Smith sniffs at me and calls, "I hope you still remember the ground rules for these visits,".  "No cussing, stay in the backyard, no snacks, be in clear view of the back windows," I respond not missing a breath. She looks slightly annoyed I do remember them so she can't drill me again before she goes into the house. "So what's the surprise?" Beni asks me practically jumping up and down on me like a hungry puppy, "I have a new game on my phone I want to show you,". Looking around I spot a basketball and pick it up. ...

  Chapter 8 The next few weeks are a blur of the mundane. But I knew it was working when Ms. Wilt sent an email saying how pleased she was with my progress. Actually just hanging out with Hey is pretty fun although he insisted on fixing the web shooters even though I told him I wasn't going to live test them again. "Come on. I get your trying to stay under the radar, but could you at least help me endurance test the new formula?" He asks me for the millionth time. Rolling my eyes I ask in return, "How am I supposed to do that?".  "Just wear it in my room and shoot to the ceiling then hang there to see how long it holds,". Hey replies. "Will there be pillows under me?" He nods. "Then, yes sure,".  "Alright," Hey says while scribbling in a notebook, "110 pounds of tension on WF7. Timer starting now,". I reach up and grab ahold of the string. "Why do you care if this works or not?" I ask. "Because I d...