Sitting around the kitchen table were Jennifer's siblings. Michelle was her little sister and Zane was her brother (older than Michelle, but younger than Jennifer). At the moment, Zane was still going through his Goth phase. At least, her family hoped it was a phase.
Jennifer sighed and sat down next the black-clad freak and ate the breakfast that her dad made. In her house, her father was the cook, not her mom.
When Jennifer was almost halfway through her meal, the doorbell rang. "I'll get it," she said, leaving the table and darting towards the front door. She opened it up and saw ...
