Iris West's POV.
Beatrice and I stood in the corner of the room, giving Anne and Angie all the space they needed. Angie chased Anne around the room, flinging anything she could get her hands on at her. Anne dived over my bed in one jump then rolled on the floor before standing on her feet again.
Now that's the type of movement action films need.
Angie stopped at the other side of the bed staring at Anne with wonder before examining the bed. I'm sure she was assessing her chances of successfully pulling the same moves. My advice? Run around the bed, Angie, not everyone can be a ninja.
"It's not a big deal," Anne said causing Angie's eyes to snap up.
"Oh yeah? Then why did your big mouth go blabbing off to others?"
"I just felt like they should know."
"Right now, I just feel like sna
