I turn towards my bedroom door and open it slowly. I tiptoe down the stairs, avoiding the fifth step, and creep into the kitchen.
My brother is there. He smiles and pours two bowls of cereal and milk. We sit down at the counter and eat. I can hear him crunching loudly. I swallow the last bite and drop my bowl and spoon into the sink. I wash my hands and watch the soapy water flow into the dirty bowl.
I glance at the fridge screen and see the headline: MUTANT FUGITIVE ESCAPED. The picture is of a normal human being. Then I gasp. My brother walks over to see what's wrong. His face is worried. I gaze at the picture, wishing it to not be true. It's my best friend from school.
I hear a blaring noise emitting from the speaker above the fridge. My brother's eyes go white and we both turn towards the door, ready to catch the fugutive.
