"Five more minutes," Numbuh 5 muttered as she hit her alarm clock.
"Abigail! You better get up soon!" came the voice of her father, Mr. Lincoln. "You know you got that test today with the pencils and the paper and the books and, you know what I mean."
"Oh all right," Numbuh 5 muttered as she got herself out of bed to start her morning ritual of taking a shower, pretending to brush her teeth, and putting on a little bit of light makeup. She look a look at herself in the mirror and saw the sleepies under her eyes. Man, that Numbuh 1 and his late night missions. They are ruining my sleeping routine. Then she saw something strange. "Cree! Get over here!"
She then heard some footsteps and the door opening. "What do you want Crabigail?"
"Cree, did you do something to my moisturizer?"
"What are you talking about?" Cree asked as she walked up, holding a hand behind her back.
Numbuh 5 lifted her hair from her forehead, revealing a very prominent uni-brow. "I did not have this when I went to bed last night."
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