I awoke screaming. Not words but earsplitting sounds. A muffled voice came from down the hall. My older sister Sky came running in. She almost broke down the door to my bedroom. “shhhhhhhh” She hissed, her dirty blonde locks creating a blanket in front of her pointy face. She was in all ways possible a “Goldie Locks”. She whined about every thing. “Shut up Quinn. You’ll wake Zoe and Linn, and mom and dad spent forever putting them to sleep. Don’t even get me started about my beauty sleep. It’ll take me hours to do my routine all over again.” and she left.
I sat there in bed pondering my dream, and wishing mom and dad were here. They had left to go to the marine lab yesterday and would return in the next day or so. Sky was the oldest, so she baby sat us while they traveled. I could not stop thinking about the snake. I was the snake. And I died.
Just out side my door a floor board creaked. My head shot up. Were we being robbed? Thankfully no, it was my cat. His name was Toast. Every one in the family had their own pet. The twins have Bubble gum and Cookie, two hamsters. And Sky has a Chihuahua named Princess. Princess is yippy and rude, much like Sky. Toast walked in. His fluffy gray coat was soft and shining, and i noticed as he hopped up on my bed that he had bits of food on his whiskers. He turned and faced me, then too my surprise said in a voice like a soft purr “follow me”.
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