WE REPEAT WHAT WE DON'T REPAIR - Anonymous

"C'mon, Luke," Cat shouted standing below the stairs. "We're gonna be late."

"Hold your horses, lady," Luke rushed down the stairs, grabbing an apple from the fruit basket at the breakfast table. "Let's go."

She rolled her eyes and followed him outside. Mandrake was already stood at the black SUV. He nodded at her before assuring Luke strapped himself in. They drove to the school and her son headed straight to his classroom.

"Morning, Mrs. Myers. Sorry, we're running a bit late this morning," Cat informed her as they rushed inside the class.

"Happens to the best of us. You're here now. Please have a seat," Mrs. Myers graciously told them putting away some papers she'd been working on.