"Morgan?" Bo was talking. She hadn't talked much since we had come back
into the house.
"Yeah, whats wrong Bo?" I was lying on my bed, staring at the ceiling.
"Nothing," I looked at her. She was also lying on her bed. But she wasn't staring at the ceiling. She was looking at a book. It was the alien book I had bought at the bookstore a few days ago. I got up and went and sat on her bed. She didn't look up.
"What are you looking for?" I asked. I had a feeling I knew the answer.
"Im hungry," she announced, avoiding my eyes.
"Don't worry," I answered. I couldn't promise her that they woundn't come back. But I promised myself I wouldn't pass out like I did last time. I can't believe I did that. It could have grabbed Bo instead of me, and I wouldn't have been able to do anything.
"Morgan, I had another dream," she said timidly.
"Oh yeah? What was it about?"
"Daddy.and Uncle Merril.they went into the cornfeild.and only Uncle Merril came back." She took a shuddering breath. "They heard those noises again."
I knew what she was talking about. The weird clicking and purring noises that the aliens made.
I looked at Bo carefully. Tears were running down her face now.
"Why don't we go down stairs and maybe Uncle Merril can make you a sandwich," I said, standing up. "Come on, I'll give you a piggyback ride," I slowly made my way downstairs.
"Morgan what are you doing? You're supposed to be resting. Bo get off his back, its not good for him to be tired out," Dad lectured. I slowly put Bo down.
"Where's Uncle Merril?" I asked.
"He went into town to see if someone could remove.Morgan why arent you resting? You're going to get sick," he said, changing the subject.
"Bo's hungry. I was hoping Uncle Merril could make us some sandwiches," I said, also changing the subject.
"Well I can do that," he said slightly offended. Bo and I exchanged a glance. Dad couldn't even cook Jello, let alone make sandwiches.
He noticed the glance. "Come on you guys! Am I really that bad? Ok, fine, you can have some cheese and crackers untill Merril comes back. Come to think of it," He looked at his watch. "He should have been back 20 minutes ago."
He caught the worried expression on our faces and said quicly " But Im sure it's just the traffic. Lets go watch T.V and see whats been happening," He started walking towards the living room but Bo and I stayed in place. He looked back and realized why we wern't moving.
"Don't worry, we moved it out to the front lawn." He said, answering our question. So we followed him into the living room. It was still a mess, but it looked as though Dad and Uncle Merril had been cleaning up. I noticed the boards had been taken of the windows, and the light was shinning through. I also noticed the spilt water and broken glass had been cleaned up.
Dad flicked on the T.V. "The world waits for some clue as to what happened last night. As far as we know, hundreds are dead. Even more are missing. Aliens seemed to attack within a mile of reported crop signs. Science as we know it has changed drasticly in a few short hours. As far as we know, a primitive defense method that is still unknown was what drove them away. We do not have enough information left to provide the answers to the many questions that have been pouring in."
Dad switched of the T.V and gave a feeble laugh. "Didn't tell us much more then what we already know," He took a deep breath, and looked at his watch. "How about those crackers now?"
I could tell Bo was worried that Merril wasn't home yet. She was very quiet and hardly touched her crackers. Finally, an hour after he was supposed to be home, Uncle Merril burst through the door.
"Graham!" He gasped. " I gotta talk to you,"
"Uncle Merril!" cried Bo. She ran up to him and hugged his legs. "I thought you had died!"
Dad, Uncle Merril and me looked at her in surprise.
"I had a dream," she said looking at the ground.
"Uncle Merril, can you make us some sandwiches," I asked.
"Uh.sure," he answered, glancing at Dad.
15 minutes later, we were all sitting around the table.
"What did you want to tell me Merril?" Dad asked. Merril looked at us and I knew Dad would ask us to leave. But to my surprise Merril went on:
" Some of them havent left."
"Yeah, whats wrong Bo?" I was lying on my bed, staring at the ceiling.
"Nothing," I looked at her. She was also lying on her bed. But she wasn't staring at the ceiling. She was looking at a book. It was the alien book I had bought at the bookstore a few days ago. I got up and went and sat on her bed. She didn't look up.
"What are you looking for?" I asked. I had a feeling I knew the answer.
"Im hungry," she announced, avoiding my eyes.
"Don't worry," I answered. I couldn't promise her that they woundn't come back. But I promised myself I wouldn't pass out like I did last time. I can't believe I did that. It could have grabbed Bo instead of me, and I wouldn't have been able to do anything.
"Morgan, I had another dream," she said timidly.
"Oh yeah? What was it about?"
"Daddy.and Uncle Merril.they went into the cornfeild.and only Uncle Merril came back." She took a shuddering breath. "They heard those noises again."
I knew what she was talking about. The weird clicking and purring noises that the aliens made.
I looked at Bo carefully. Tears were running down her face now.
"Why don't we go down stairs and maybe Uncle Merril can make you a sandwich," I said, standing up. "Come on, I'll give you a piggyback ride," I slowly made my way downstairs.
"Morgan what are you doing? You're supposed to be resting. Bo get off his back, its not good for him to be tired out," Dad lectured. I slowly put Bo down.
"Where's Uncle Merril?" I asked.
"He went into town to see if someone could remove.Morgan why arent you resting? You're going to get sick," he said, changing the subject.
"Bo's hungry. I was hoping Uncle Merril could make us some sandwiches," I said, also changing the subject.
"Well I can do that," he said slightly offended. Bo and I exchanged a glance. Dad couldn't even cook Jello, let alone make sandwiches.
He noticed the glance. "Come on you guys! Am I really that bad? Ok, fine, you can have some cheese and crackers untill Merril comes back. Come to think of it," He looked at his watch. "He should have been back 20 minutes ago."
He caught the worried expression on our faces and said quicly " But Im sure it's just the traffic. Lets go watch T.V and see whats been happening," He started walking towards the living room but Bo and I stayed in place. He looked back and realized why we wern't moving.
"Don't worry, we moved it out to the front lawn." He said, answering our question. So we followed him into the living room. It was still a mess, but it looked as though Dad and Uncle Merril had been cleaning up. I noticed the boards had been taken of the windows, and the light was shinning through. I also noticed the spilt water and broken glass had been cleaned up.
Dad flicked on the T.V. "The world waits for some clue as to what happened last night. As far as we know, hundreds are dead. Even more are missing. Aliens seemed to attack within a mile of reported crop signs. Science as we know it has changed drasticly in a few short hours. As far as we know, a primitive defense method that is still unknown was what drove them away. We do not have enough information left to provide the answers to the many questions that have been pouring in."
Dad switched of the T.V and gave a feeble laugh. "Didn't tell us much more then what we already know," He took a deep breath, and looked at his watch. "How about those crackers now?"
I could tell Bo was worried that Merril wasn't home yet. She was very quiet and hardly touched her crackers. Finally, an hour after he was supposed to be home, Uncle Merril burst through the door.
"Graham!" He gasped. " I gotta talk to you,"
"Uncle Merril!" cried Bo. She ran up to him and hugged his legs. "I thought you had died!"
Dad, Uncle Merril and me looked at her in surprise.
"I had a dream," she said looking at the ground.
"Uncle Merril, can you make us some sandwiches," I asked.
"Uh.sure," he answered, glancing at Dad.
15 minutes later, we were all sitting around the table.
"What did you want to tell me Merril?" Dad asked. Merril looked at us and I knew Dad would ask us to leave. But to my surprise Merril went on:
" Some of them havent left."