013. runaway with me

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FOURTEEN!
runaway with me
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The sun had reached its highest peek in the somewhat pale blue sky, meaning it had been a whole twelve hours or so since the terrifying expedition in the woods had occurred.

The three teenagers struggled to sleep, tossing and turning throughout the night. They were afraid that one sudden wink of darkness would flash images of the blood thirsty monster and the Upside Down would occur.

They could not succumb to sleep, despite how tired and drained they all were after the adventure. They just all resorted to staring up at the ceiling until the sun cracked through the night sky or until it was a suitable time for them to climb out of bed.

That is exactly the reason why Wendy Harrington was currently struggling to not collapse in her hot bowl of soup.

Her eyelids felt like a ton of bricks resting against her delicate eyes, so she was struggling to force them to stay open. She had resorted to resting her cheek against her arm that she propped up on the table as she stared down the watery liquid residing in the porcelain bowl.

"Wendy, darling. You look exhausted. Didn't get much sleep last night?" Thomas asked worryingly, investigating his daughter's frozen state.

"No." Wendy shook her head, resorting to aimlessly stirring the yellowish soup broth with her spoon to keep her awake.

"More bad dreams?" Thomas asked.

"Yeah." Wendy nodded.

"Why don't you just finish your lunch and take a nap afterwards? You don't have to help me with the dishes." Thomas suggested, trying to help her.

"Okay." Wendy mumbled in agreement, finally deciding to spoon fed herself some carrots that had gotten soggy in the soup.

"Speaking of sleeping, is Stanley still in bed? It's almost noon." Thomas pointed out.

"Probably, he didn't sleep well either." Wendy explained to her worrisome father.

"I knew he had a bad night. He left out all of ingredients for his favourite sandwich. He only eats that sickly sweet sandwich when he's upset. Did something bad happen?" Thomas questioned.

"Ah.......no." Wendy lied, shaking her head.

Of course, she had to lie. What was she supposed to say?

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