For months, we acted as if we were normal people. We just talked and hung out together. We did a little training, but it was just like we were normal teenagers. As November creeped towards us, there was a sense of increasing tension in the house. As our birthday inched closer, the sisters of the Woods came over and we acted like normal people. It was nice, but still felt weird. Knock, Knock, Knock. Slumping out of my bed, I opened the door to Sly. “You know what this week is?” he asked. “It is our birthday week. We have less than a week to decide,” I said blankly. “Yeah, come on. Let us meet in our shack,” Sly said, looking scared. “Which shack? The kids’ one or our family one?” I asked. “Let us meet at the family one after we get done eating. Sounds like a plan, right?” he ask

