This story takes place in Zanders childhood, when he was 12 He had an.. Interesting.. Childhood.. To say the least. One day things were weirder than usual. Let’s begin. ~ Zander woke up and glanced around. Because he was mentally challenged and had night terrors he had his own room. He got up and pulled on a tshirt before walking into the hall and tensed. “ .... HEY MOM..? “ He yelled. “.... MOM?? “ No response. “ DAD..? ZANE....? “ Zane walked into the hallway, half asleep. “ Wh- Oh my g- WHERE IS THE TABLE?! “ “ I don’t know, I woke up. And there was no table. And a hole in the wall. “ Zander scoffed. Zane sighed and went to wake up their siblings and father. The 6 of them surveyed what was happening. Zane sighed. “.. So someone stole our table and broke the floor and Moms not in the house. That’s bad. “ Braden looked at Zane. “ No honey, your mother’s downstairs. “ Zander booked it downstairs. “ MOM THE TABLES GO

—NE! Wait- Mom? “ Zaharia looked up. “ Yes honey? “ Zander stood there and stared out the front doorway. “.. WHERES THE FRICKING DOOR!? “ ~ The end xd-

I don’t even know.