"Mike! ….Mike come down for breakfast!" Mrs. Wheeler yelled forcefully.
After the strange events that occurred about A month or two ago Mrs. wheeler painfully realized she had no idea what her children were up to these days. Where they were, what they did, or who they were with. She needed to keep her guard up.
The doorbell rang hastily about ten times before Mrs. Wheeler could reach the white pastel colored door. Dustin. She yanked the door open drawing in a breath.
"Mike, Dustin's here, hurry up!" she yelled hastily up the stairs.
"Run Mike run!" Dustin added with dramatic emphasis, waving his hands crazily around his unruly auburn hair.
Mrs. Wheeler rolled her large brown eyes playfully, sighing as she slumped in the doorway, tossing her hair over her shoulder.
Loud frantic footsteps pounded against the stairway as nancy came running down in a hurry. Grabbing her bag she bolted for the door.
"Nancy aren't you going to eat?"
Sighing Nancy ran back to the toaster, her white sneakers clicking against the floorboards, throwing her bag on a vacant chair, and grabbed a burnt slice of wonderbread out of the steaming toaster that radiated the scent of burnt bread heavily throughout the house.
"Bye." Nancy said throwing her bag over her shoulder and shoving her way past her mom and Dustin, toward the general direction of her high school.
"Mike! Hurry up, you're going to be late!" Mrs. Wheeler yelled impatiently, tapping her foot against the sleek hardwood floors stained a light brown hue.
"Yeah Mike you better hurry up this is like waiting for plants to grow! In the desert!" Dustin yelled, his hands cupping his mouth while he paced back and forth in the doorway.
Mrs. Wheeler looked dazed, rubbing her temples, her bony fingers making small imprints about the sides of her face.
Two more bicycles circled the driveway gliding gracefully up to the doorstep. Will and Lucas.
Mrs. Wheeler worriedly glanced up at the stairs at the empty hallway above.
"Mike! Mike?