Saturn the year 3984. I'm just joking! You have got to calm down (-:
"Hey Molly?" Molly glanced up from the magazine article about George Harrison and called out.
"What?" She couldn't help but to laugh at herself, she often told the kids not to have conversations across the house, but here she was doing it herself. Well Irene certainly couldn't get up, that would easily result in the death of seven people. And Molly just didn't feel like it. So shouting would have to do.
"We will be in Winslow, Arizona in about twenty minutes. Maybe we should start working on waking everyone up." Molly knew we meant just her. The only thing Irene could do in her position is drive super fast, hit a few curbs, or worse come to worse start blaring the horn. Molly didn't care though, far as she could tell everyone was already up. Besides Ned who could sleep in area being hit by an earthquake and tornado at the same time. But for some reason even though national disasters don't stir him a simply tap on the shoulder will.
Molly goes back to the article and starts reading where she left off. She hears one of the bedroom doors being opened, followed by footsteps walking down the hallway. Without looking up Molly knew it was Annie, living in such a small area a person quickly learns the sound of how others walk around them. Clu's steps are usually very quick paced, always in a hurry. While Carey seems to be complete opposite slow and mellow.
"Hey what happened to the cereal?" Annie asks while shaking the open box upside down, causing a few crumbs to fall onto the floor.
"I finished it, with Carey's help." Molly realized she should feel some remorse, but she didn't. After all the box didn't have a large note written on it saying Annie Thelen's cereal.
"Oh. Well I'll have some toast." Annie then sits down and starts fiddling with her nails. After a few moments clears her throat.
"Annie I'm not your maid, if you want toast make it yourself." Molly informs her in a no nonsense tone. Annie lets are dislike known by sighing dramatically and hastily getting up. Pulls out the toaster from the shelf and slams it down on the counter.
"Annie!" Molly yells at the child, trying her hardest not to get up and ring her hands around Annie's neck.
"Sorry it was an accident." Her tone of voice was filled with sarcasm and the rolling of her eyes sealed the deal that only B.S was coming out of her mouth. Being a parent for many years Molly knew when to pick her battles and when not to. This wasn't worth it. Suddenly Molly felt the bus being pulled to a stop, which shouldn't be happening on an interstate highway.
"What's up Irene?" The fact she was starting to use teenage dialect was starting to worry Molly, with so many teens and young adults around it was hard not to pick up some of it.
"There's an accident a bit ahead." Accident. That word always successed on sending shivers up and down her spine. It was the one thing she feared almost more then anything else. Just upon hearing it Molly starts to shake and turn pale.
"Hey Molly are you ok?" She looks up to see Carey at the doorway.
