Nancy's eyes
pop open. It was only a dream. She rises up and breathes a sigh of
relief. Nancy looks like a younger version of Loretta: long curly
brown hair, beautiful blue eyes, and over all beautiful. She jumps
and screams when her alarm clock goes off. Her mother, Marge Thompson
steps in.
"Are you okay?" she asked, clearly
concerned.
Nancy laughs, "Yeah. My alarm clock scared me.
I wasn't expecting it."
Marge rolls her eyes, "Come
on. Get dressed and come down for some breakfast so you can get to
school." Nancy gathers her clothes so that she can change.
Marge is sitting, eating breakfast.
"We have a report of a
dead teenager today," Dave Freeman, the news anchor, began. "The
child apparently had a severe nightmare about a week ago. His family
told him that everybody has nightmares and not to worry about it. He
persisted that this was different and he didn't go to sleep for a
week. Finally, he drifted off. His parents breathed a sigh of relief
and went to bed. An hour later they heard screaming coming from his
room. They went to check on him and by the time they got there he was
dead. We now speak with Sheriff John Thompson."
Nancy walks
into the kitchen as her father starts to talk on the TV.
"Well,
the only logical explanation is an overdose but the entire the thing
is under investigation," the Sheriff says.
"If you're
so certain it was drugs, then why is it under investigation,"
Dave asks.
"The parents, who are good friends of mine,
claim that their son would never take drugs so we might be dealing
with a suicide."
Marge notices Nancy and turns off the TV.
"What's for breakfast," Nancy asks.
"There's
still some eggs in the pan," her mother replied. Nancy put the
eggs on her plate.
"Thanks," she said before starting
to eat.
"Want some juice," her mother asked.
"No
thanks," she said. "I should get going. I don't wanna miss
the bus."
"Have a good day," Marge said.
"Okay mom." Nancy grabs her backpack and leaves.
