I'm in mid-lunge, like a leopard about to leap on it's prey, when I hear the door click open. My instincts tell me to hide, but I can't stop my momentum. The door swings open and I heard my dad scream, “Princess!” I panic, plowing into Dylan full throttle and losing my footing. My legs slide between Dylan's and I end up flat on my back, staring right up—someone please kill me right now—at his thing! I have no idea what to do. I'm flapping around on the floor like a fish out of water. I'm too sweaty to even get back on my feet. I see Dylan look up at my dad. He must be in severe shock because he just stares at him with his jaw hanging wide open. I look up and try to give my dad the most innocent look I can muster, but he's just staring at me like I was some kind of alien. He looks at Dylan, then down at me, then at Dylan's thing, and I can see his mind falling apart.
