There was nothing to today except stay home sick. It was monday and I had a fever. My parents, being overprotective as it is, I had to stay home though my temperature was only a few degrees higher than normal. Man I would give nearly anything to be taking my final semester test today. It was the biggest test of the year.

I couldn't even get up because my mom was at my bedside, every time I'm home sick, which has taken up half the semester already. Today was no exception. Then her cell rang, calling her to the office. I silently said thank you to her boss, and as soon as she left, I went downstairs to get my nintendo.

The game in it was boring, but it was a game. Stupid barbie game. My parents said that every other game would scare me, but really, what scares me is how much they're concerned. I should be at school taking my two hour exam and getting way better grades than I already had. Even my friends thought I was stupid because of my grades. I have no A's or B's, I don't even have any C's. And that says a lot about my grades.

I raced back upstairs and flopped onto my bed and finished yesterday's assignments that had nothing to do with the testing that I was supposed to be doing. Oh, math, i would love to find your x. I might even figure out y while I'm at it. I love those jokes about math that I can actually make fun of by saying the exact opposite. It was my kind of humor that no one else got.

"Aww man." My homework didn't keep me occupied for long, it ended almost as soon as I got it out. I even went extra slow to make it last longer, but it really didn't. I then got my nintendo and fished a game, that my friend lent me called "GTA Chinatown Wars", from under my mattress. But as I tried to take my hand out from under the mattress, I felt something grab my wrist. It was like a human hand, but it couldn't be, there was no one on the other side of the bed, and how could someone hide between the mattresses without me knowing? I let out a scream and yanked with all my might, but found that the harder I pulled, the further I was pulled in.

Pretty soon, my head was submerged between the cushions. I squeezed my eyes shut, not wanting to see myself suffocate from the lack of oxygen, the thought of that made me hold my breath. I wasn't about to let myself die of suffocation. I heard a sound. I heard a...a voice! In this heat? Between my extra-spring mattresses? I doubted it was possible.

Soon enough my feet were submerged, but my head should have come out on the other side. I couldn't hold my breath anymore, so I let it out and prepared for the lack of air that should have befallen me, ...but didn't. The voices got louder and louder until it sounded like grunts and deep gruff words that couldn't possibly be real. My back hit something hard like a wooden pole, that's actually what it felt like. Then something like rope was tying me to the thing touching my back. I slowly, but surely, opened my eyes to a bonfire and cavemen looking creatures, the only difference was that they had horns instead of hair. And loincloths, (thank heavens). Some of them looked like female versions too. There was one in particular that stood out among the rest.

He looked like the others except he was fat, while the others were bone thin. His horns looked like they could weigh down a moose, and He had a bone vest. His teeth were sharper than a piranha's. The others were shriveled up wraiths whose horns were as small as twigs and their teeth were as dull as, well, as normal people have there teeth.

"Welcome to the Boogie Clan, young Christine." The fat one said. His words were slurred like a drunken man's after being intoxicated a million times over, only much sharper. "I expect you to be grateful to being separated from our parents!" He shouted and chucked a bone plate the size of one of those display posters at Walmart. It must've weighed a ton.

"Thanks. For taking me from my parents. Wait did you say 'our parents'?" The overgrown-wart-looking thing just growled and glared at me as the others screeched.

"We is welcoming you, and you question our rescue!?"

"No. No. I'm just wondering why you said 'our' instead of 'your'. Do you even have a name?"

"You don't ask questions. I ask questions! I is your brother, we is your brothers and sisters. My name Luke. Best sister name Anna." One of the woman looking wraiths moved toward him, she was just a little girl, I think. There was no telling. Luke smacked her away. "That young name Sleuth. She Anna and I's young. Sleuth heir."

"Whoa whoa whoa! You had a kid with your own sister?! That is disgusting, dude!"

"Duh...dude?" he cocked his head. The others followed suit.

"Ya, ...dude. How old are you?"

Luke's eyes softened, though I didn't know why. "I not know how old. I never learned to count. So I not know. But now we eats!!!!!!!!!" They cheered as if they hadn't eaten in decades. The last thing I saw was them dashing for me, gnawing on my legs and hands. I cried out in pain until all I saw was the inside of Luke's shark-like mouth. Then nothing could have heard me unless you counted the sounds of my raw flesh.