Zak walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge. He looked around to see if there was anything to eat. He pulled out a jar of jelly. Then he grabbed some bread and some peanut butter. He quickly whipped up a sandwich. He walked into the living room and turned on the TV. He flipped through the channels to see if there was anything on.
"Ugh! Why is there never anything on TV," He screamed. His mom just rolled her eyes and continued to read her book.
"Why don't you just read a book like me?" she asked. Zak just ignored her and continued to flip through the channels. Zak finally turned of the TV.
"Maybe Dad's doing something fun," he said. He walked into the lab. His dad was busy working on some sort of machine. Fisk was sitting in the corner eating popcorn.
"Hey Dad," Zak said.
"Not now, Zak. I'm busy," his dad replied. Zak just shrugged his shoulders and walked over to Fisk. He sat in the empty chair and watched as his dad welded a piece of metal to another piece of metal.
"This is soooooooo boring," Zak groaned. He sat there for about an hour just watching his dad weld pieces of metal together. It was finally dinner time. Zak grabbed a plate. It was taco night. After dinner, Zak watched some TV. Then it was time for bed. Zak quickly fell asleep, only to wake up an hour later with the feeling that someone, or something, was breathing on him.