A Visit From a Nut

The dream I’d had the night before wasn’t a real dream. I had actually spoken to Francis Flamingo. I had no idea how that had worked

When I got out of bed, it was almost noon. No one in my house was pressuring me to get up. Even though it was a school day, the school wasn’t open. Two classrooms had extensive damage from the smoke and fire, so they were under repair. 

After a shower, I wandered downstairs to the kitchen, my stomach rumbling since I hadn’t eaten anything from the fast food restaurant the night before and had missed breakfast. I didn’t quite make it to the kitchen, though, when there was a knock at the door.

I froze in my tracks at the bottom of the stairs, dreading going to the door. A flood of faces crossed my mind of who might be standing there, and none of them we