Before and of us could follow him, Uncle Merril steped back inside and
closed the door. Bo and I looked at him expectantly. Dad just stared. I
never thought I'd say this, but he looked like an idiot. His face had
absolutly no expression whatsoever. Uncle Merril looked at him, and taking
charge, said: "Graham. Get that damn look of your face and snap out of it.
You two, get back into the kitchen and finish your lunch. Wait. Scratch
that. Bring your plates up to your room. Your father and I have to talk,"
He ran his hand through his hair, like he was bewildered that he had just
sounded like Dad.
"Uncle Merril!" I yelled. I had been trying to get a word in the whole time he had been giving orders. "Was it there or not?" When Merril didn't answer, I turned and stared at my Dad, who had seemed to come back to earth. "Daaa-ad," I whined, sounding like Bo.
"Morgan, be quiet a minute. Now Merril was it there, or not?"
Merril looked up at the ceiling, then at the floor. "It was there," he said. We all breathed a sigh of relief.
'Sssssssssssssswwwwwweeeerrrttzzzzclicclicclichhhnnnnnclicclic,' we all jumped and looked around franticly. Bo screamed.
"They're coming back! They're coming back and their going to kill Daddy! I told you so Morgan! I told you I had a dream! Their coming back and their going to kill Dad," she was hysterical. She was pointing into the living room. The baby moniter was lit up and crackling. Bo was still screaming.
"Bo, Shut Up!" we all shouted at the same time. She fell silent but tears were still streaming down her face. Dad went to her and lifted her up. Merril went to the baby moniter and picked it up. The voices stopped.
"They're near here. They can hear out thoughts," I whispered. Dad turned to me. I could tell he knew I was right.
"He put his finger to his lips, warning me not to say any more. Where are your helmets? He mouthed.
In our room. I mouthed back. He looked at Merril, who clambered up the stairs and dissapeared into our rooms. Dad carried Bo into the kitchen and started banging open doors.
" Where is that damn-I mean darn tin foil," He found it and putting Bo down, started trying to wrap it around his head. It would have been funny if I wasn't so scared. I stood on a chair and wraped it around his head, making sure to cover the two bumps on the base of his head, like the book said. Merril came thundering down the stairs, already wearing his slightly squashed helmet. He handed Bo and I our helmets. We put them on and looked at each other.
" Now what?" I asked. Dad and Merril looked at each other. I could tell they didn't have a clue either. We didn't even know why the aliens came back. We didn't even know why they came in the first place.
"Why don't we turn on the T.V."Merril suggested softly. Dad went into the living room and came back with the t.v. He plugged it into the wall outlet and pressed on. Nothing happened. He fiddled with the wires and pressed on again. We could all hear the static on the screen, but there was no sound or picture.
"Come on!" muttered Dad. He leaned forward and turned the T.V off. "Ok," He sighed heavily. "We are going back into the basement. We are going to board up the door. We are going to stay there untill we are absolutly sure that there nothing wrong. Then we will come out. We will not turn on the T.V. or the radio. And then." He trailed off. He had no idea what to say next.
Merrill went on for him. "Tommorow we are going to carry on with our lives. Morgan, you and Bo are going back to school. I will go back to the gas station. And Graham will---will----what is it that you do again? Do you even have a job?" He was joking of course. But Dad wasn't listening. He went into the living room and came back with a pile of boards and nails.
"Ok, into the basement. Don't forget your helmets. Morgan get your medicine," He picked up his hammer and balanced it on top of his pile. I went in to the kitchen and opened up the fridge. "Hurry up," Dad urged. I grabbed my medicine and avoided looking out the window on my way out. Dad herded me down the stairs and he and Merrill stated hammering away. Bo was sitting on the floor, fiddling with the old radio. She seemed to have calmed down. She didn't have much expression on her face at all. I gave her a hug.
"You okay?" She shook her head. She burried her face in my shirt. "I don't want them to come back," she wimpered. Merrill looked over at us but continued hammering.
"Neither do I," I whispered.
"You promised they wouldn't come back," she whisper-accused.
"No I didn-" I stopped. Did I? I couldn't remember. So much had happened. Only last night, only this morning...It was all happening so fast. They couldn't be coming back. We would have known. Radios would have picked up signals, the book said----we would have known, I assured myself. We would have. They can't be coming back. We would have known.
"Maybe not," Bo looked at me.
"No, its impossible, we would have foun----" I stopped myself, spinning around. "What?" I choked out.
"We might not have known. Radios didn't hear them before, did they?" I was at a loss for words. She had never done that before. Never said exactly what I was thinking. Dad and Merrill were watching us. I looked up at them. They turned away, pretending not to hear. But I caught the distressed look on Dad's face. That's it, he thinks we've gone crazy. I flopped down onto the ground. Closed my eyes. I didn't want to think right now. Bo laid her head on my legs. I could feel her sigh. And I think she fell asleep. I was too worried to fall asleep.
A/N: Sorry I dint update yesterday! I got incredibly busy and.yada yada yada, you don't care. Anywho, I just realized that I have been spelling Merrills name wrong. How much of an idiot am I? Anyway, Im starting to get writers block. AAHHHH! If you have an idea, email me. Please. I have no life, and I get nothing but forwards. Thanks (
"Uncle Merril!" I yelled. I had been trying to get a word in the whole time he had been giving orders. "Was it there or not?" When Merril didn't answer, I turned and stared at my Dad, who had seemed to come back to earth. "Daaa-ad," I whined, sounding like Bo.
"Morgan, be quiet a minute. Now Merril was it there, or not?"
Merril looked up at the ceiling, then at the floor. "It was there," he said. We all breathed a sigh of relief.
'Sssssssssssssswwwwwweeeerrrttzzzzclicclicclichhhnnnnnclicclic,' we all jumped and looked around franticly. Bo screamed.
"They're coming back! They're coming back and their going to kill Daddy! I told you so Morgan! I told you I had a dream! Their coming back and their going to kill Dad," she was hysterical. She was pointing into the living room. The baby moniter was lit up and crackling. Bo was still screaming.
"Bo, Shut Up!" we all shouted at the same time. She fell silent but tears were still streaming down her face. Dad went to her and lifted her up. Merril went to the baby moniter and picked it up. The voices stopped.
"They're near here. They can hear out thoughts," I whispered. Dad turned to me. I could tell he knew I was right.
"He put his finger to his lips, warning me not to say any more. Where are your helmets? He mouthed.
In our room. I mouthed back. He looked at Merril, who clambered up the stairs and dissapeared into our rooms. Dad carried Bo into the kitchen and started banging open doors.
" Where is that damn-I mean darn tin foil," He found it and putting Bo down, started trying to wrap it around his head. It would have been funny if I wasn't so scared. I stood on a chair and wraped it around his head, making sure to cover the two bumps on the base of his head, like the book said. Merril came thundering down the stairs, already wearing his slightly squashed helmet. He handed Bo and I our helmets. We put them on and looked at each other.
" Now what?" I asked. Dad and Merril looked at each other. I could tell they didn't have a clue either. We didn't even know why the aliens came back. We didn't even know why they came in the first place.
"Why don't we turn on the T.V."Merril suggested softly. Dad went into the living room and came back with the t.v. He plugged it into the wall outlet and pressed on. Nothing happened. He fiddled with the wires and pressed on again. We could all hear the static on the screen, but there was no sound or picture.
"Come on!" muttered Dad. He leaned forward and turned the T.V off. "Ok," He sighed heavily. "We are going back into the basement. We are going to board up the door. We are going to stay there untill we are absolutly sure that there nothing wrong. Then we will come out. We will not turn on the T.V. or the radio. And then." He trailed off. He had no idea what to say next.
Merrill went on for him. "Tommorow we are going to carry on with our lives. Morgan, you and Bo are going back to school. I will go back to the gas station. And Graham will---will----what is it that you do again? Do you even have a job?" He was joking of course. But Dad wasn't listening. He went into the living room and came back with a pile of boards and nails.
"Ok, into the basement. Don't forget your helmets. Morgan get your medicine," He picked up his hammer and balanced it on top of his pile. I went in to the kitchen and opened up the fridge. "Hurry up," Dad urged. I grabbed my medicine and avoided looking out the window on my way out. Dad herded me down the stairs and he and Merrill stated hammering away. Bo was sitting on the floor, fiddling with the old radio. She seemed to have calmed down. She didn't have much expression on her face at all. I gave her a hug.
"You okay?" She shook her head. She burried her face in my shirt. "I don't want them to come back," she wimpered. Merrill looked over at us but continued hammering.
"Neither do I," I whispered.
"You promised they wouldn't come back," she whisper-accused.
"No I didn-" I stopped. Did I? I couldn't remember. So much had happened. Only last night, only this morning...It was all happening so fast. They couldn't be coming back. We would have known. Radios would have picked up signals, the book said----we would have known, I assured myself. We would have. They can't be coming back. We would have known.
"Maybe not," Bo looked at me.
"No, its impossible, we would have foun----" I stopped myself, spinning around. "What?" I choked out.
"We might not have known. Radios didn't hear them before, did they?" I was at a loss for words. She had never done that before. Never said exactly what I was thinking. Dad and Merrill were watching us. I looked up at them. They turned away, pretending not to hear. But I caught the distressed look on Dad's face. That's it, he thinks we've gone crazy. I flopped down onto the ground. Closed my eyes. I didn't want to think right now. Bo laid her head on my legs. I could feel her sigh. And I think she fell asleep. I was too worried to fall asleep.
A/N: Sorry I dint update yesterday! I got incredibly busy and.yada yada yada, you don't care. Anywho, I just realized that I have been spelling Merrills name wrong. How much of an idiot am I? Anyway, Im starting to get writers block. AAHHHH! If you have an idea, email me. Please. I have no life, and I get nothing but forwards. Thanks (