Here, like everywhere else in her house, were countless stacks of paper. She could see the important paper circling toward the living room.
He drew his arm back and flung the airplane down the stairs. "You should have said please," her brother said. You made it into an airplane? cried Alexis. The boys were twins, and at first glance she sometimes couldn’t tell them apart, which made them even more annoying.
He was standing at the top of the stairs waving a paper airplane. Alexis passed her desk and reached out, but her hand closed on thin air. She yanked on a pair of shorts, slipped on a pair of flipflops, and scurried toward the door. Why did her little brothers always mess with her on important days? She didn’t want to be late! Alexis threw the covers off and flew out of bed. She knew she had set her alarm for eight o’clock, but she reached over and saw that someone had unplugged it. Who on earth is banging doors this early in the morning? she thought. She sat for a moment while her shocked heart slowed down.
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