"Jon's up!" Zoe exclaimed. "I'm gonna go check on him! Her! Whatever!" Zoe sped out of the kitchen with so much speed her slippers were sliding on the tile floor. Her exuberance left her mother, Linda, feeling terribly suspicious. Zoe rarely got excited about anything and never about her family. With rapid thuds, her legs pounding up the stairs like a steam locomotive, Zoe made tracks to Jon's bedroom. Her mind was flying with excitement. "I have a sister! She's going to be a gorgeous goth girl! And so will I!" were some of the thoughts racing through Zoe's mind as she slid to a stop in front of the door to Jon's bedroom.
Zoe opened the door with a wholly uncharacteristic sickeningly saccharine voice calling out, "Good morning dear sister!" But that isn't quite how it went. It was more like, "Good morning dear si-HOLY SHITTING FERRET BALLS!"
Linda was taking a sip of her coffee as she heard Zoe yell and, for the second time that morning, listened as one of her children thudded to the floor insensate.
