Jon reached into the hiding place where he'd put the stone. "This is all your fault," he mumbled before putting it back.
Jon lay in bed, tossing and turning, worried about what would be coming next, hearing the ticking of his clock until....he was roused to full attention by it stopping. He looked, and the clock was frozen again on 4AM.
He slipped out of bed and hurried to the front door and peeked out. Everything was eerily quiet and dark...until a large moving truck pulled up next door to his house and lit up the Drullers residence. Leonard Drullers was one of Jon's classmates. Leonard was nice enough, but he was also...not pleasant to be around for a variety of reasons. He was obsessed with his interests, smelly, messy, opinionated...Jon had once caught him attaching toast to his cat for some weird reason.
This was a contrast to his parents. Mrs. Drullers often offered him a fresh baked cookie, and Mr. Drullers would greet him and others warmly when he saw them outside. They seemed perfectly average, even stereotypical parents.
He watched as it took several of them to haul Leonard out and load him into the truck along with boxes and boxes of stuff. He hurried back up the stairs to his bedroom, where he could see Leonard's room...although the blinds were always closed. He'd been in there once and it was a complete mess. At the moment they were gone, and he could see them neatly packing Leonard's scifi posters, his shelf of models, a giant pile of laundry...It felt more like people cleaning out a hoarder's home than anything else.
Unlike Karyn and his Mom, both of which he was still worried about...or even Zoe and Sarah...he didn't particularly have strong feelings about Leonard...not that he wanted anything bad to happen to him.
He tried a few more ideas...he tried to get the moving truck's license plate or look for any markings...but it had neither. He considered trying to find what else was going on...but Zoe's suggestion aside...he wasn't going to try and take a car without a license and he didn't know where to go.
He finally decided it was fruitless and went back to his bed.
