"Mom, did you pack Tyler's lunch?" Sam yelled from the kitchen.
"No, he wants PB&J and an apple and peanut butter."
"Yea, I know," Sam yelled again. Then she mumbled to herself "I should know by know, he's had the same thing everyday for all of the 15 years I've been alive," as she got on her tip-toes to grab the Spiderman lunch box from the top of the fridge.
The metal lunchbox crashed to the floor as Alex ran into the room, "Look Sam! I'm Superman!" Alex had his blanket tied around his neck and was attempting to run fast enough to keep the end of the blanket from touching the ground.
"You're going to trip yourself," Sam tried to tell Alex, but being 6 years old and stubborn, he wouldn't listen.
Alex ran out of the kitchen and Sam heard a thud followed by loud crying. She rolled her eyes and went to make sure he was okay. She rounded the corner into the living room, and before she could register that there were strangers in her house, she was hit from behind and everything went black.