The Doormans and Their Dog

Idek what this is, bye

Jordan Doorman buzzed about the kitchen happily, a dainty pink apron tied around her waist. She wiped her hands on her apron and straightened up to find her oldest daughter- a stubborn teen with a sixth sense for fashion- storming into the room. "Mo-ooom!" Julia complained. "Where's my eyeliner?" Upon entering the living room, her eyes found her two younger siblings and she let out a small shriek that was a mixture of horror and indignation. They were positioned on the couch, dressed in black and smearing Julia's expensive makeup on their eyes like war paint. Smudged eyeliner, it seemed, was the emo aesthetic.
"I'm so going to kill both of you!" She screamed, bypassing anger and heading straight for white-hot fury, she lunged forward and ripped her possessions out of her siblings' hands.
"But we're already all dead inside," Rachel replied placidly, while Bridget launched into the chorus of Kill All Your Friends, laughing in the threat of an angry Julia.
Alyssa barked and pawed at the door, as usual. For all the Doormans knew, there could be every or no reason for this action, as no one really knew why their dog did anything. There could be anything waiting outside that door, including some crazy ideas that can be left to your imagination. Or maybe Alyssa just had a thing for doors. In any case, it was just another day of days for the Doorman family.