When I was done, I put the mower in the garage and went upstairs to pack for the night and the next day."Mark, can we please talk about this?" she ask...ed to deaf ears. As I turned to walk out of the room, I stopped and looked around hesitating as I looked at her."What are you doing?" she asked."Taking my last look at my home with you as a part of it and with you as a part of my life," I said slowly."We can fix this," she said crying. "I know we can fix it if we try." Not when only one of us. The boy couldn't wait to try it out on his evil history teacher. She'd be the first one to taste his wrath, but certainly not the last."Mrs. Bluestone, is it okay if I stay after class and talk to you about something important?" Well, just remember, the best grade you can get in this class is a D minus and that's after you do a lot of extra credit." Mrs. Bluestone was the toughest teacher at Riverdale High. Even though she was ruining Willy's grade point average, she actually was going to give. She did not object, sometimes she does when kids or her brother is awake, this time she did not object having known that her brother wouldn’t have slept after getting caught.I just started jerking from the sides, that made her noise of her bangles. Then, I immediately looked at her brother who is sleeping just next to my kids.I felt he was not sleeping and trying to look at us with half opened one eye. I thought to let him look, he already saw my wife’s stuff, so I don’t bother.I was angry and. The bug was still struggling at the hatch entrance and saw them too late to react.It reeled back as a metal strut which had snapped off was speared by Candy into its underbelly. The creature went berserk rolling onto its back spinning on its shell in agony, multiple legs flailing. Candy wasted no time, the ground was 20 feet below and the craft was veering over the huge dark pit that it's had carved out under its crash site. Candy could see the metal hard webbing where she and daisy had been.