Half asleep like always, Fiona shuffled into the kitchen and skidded in a giant puddle of blood. Fiona grabbed the table to catch herself. The bright red blood soaked into her socks. 

“Ewwww!” Fiona screamed. “Max! Clean up your dinner!” Fiona turned to the table. Their history teacher lay there motionless.

“I did!” Max yelled back. 

“No, you didn’t. There is blood all on the floor,” she said.

“It’s not my fault! Mr. West bled a lot,” Max said as he walked in the room.

“Okay, well, the neighbors are coming over,” Fiona said as Max grabbed a towel and started wiping the warm blood from the floor.

“Why can’t we just eat them?” Max said as he walked down the hall to get another towel.

“I don’t know, but Mom said we can’t eat them yet. She is probably going to make us wait,” Fiona said. She stretched as she grabbed the blood-soaked towels and walked down the hall to put them in the washer. “Now what am I going to eat? You spilled my half on the floor,” Fiona said as she returned.

“I don’t know. Go find someone else,” Max said.

The door opened and their mom walked in and headed right to the kitchen. “Are you guys hungry?” their mom said with a smile.

“Yes! Max spilled my half of dinner!” Fiona yelled.

“Well, the neighbors are coming over for dinner,” their mom said, grinning. The children had just finished cleaning the blood off the floor when the doorbell rang. “Coming!” their mother yelled. “Dinner time, kids!” she said as she walked to the door to welcome their latest guests.