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.