Max's eyelids fluttered open, the calm light of the sun resting on his face. He yawned, stretching, causing the old zipper on his sleeping bag to fly open, waking Bennet. "Morning guys..." Max said, causing the other two messed up heads of hair to stir, rising to the day.
"What time are we supposed to be back at our houses?" Jake asked, groggy from sleep. "Ten, I think." Bennet said, looking around for a clock. Knowing perfectly well almost every nook and cranny of Adams house, Max got up dazedly and went over to the grandfather clock in the hallway. It was eight o'clock.
Walking back to the living room where all the boys were cleaning up their sleeping bags, Max gave the time, and they started to make cereal, Max pouring practically half the box into his bowl. He'd barely finished one slice of pizza of the two he'd grabbed the night before.
He inhaled the cereal, gulping the milk down after he'd ate it all. The other boys looked at him in astonishment, with their full cereal bowls still cradled in their arms. "I swear, you are like an endless pit." Bennet commented, smiling in disbelief. The others finished their cereal up, and took turns using the bathroom.
They got their things and asked if Andrews mother could carpool them all home. She agreed, and all the boys hopped into the back, eagerly swapping the dirtiest joke they could think of with each other. They arrived at Bennett's house first, waving a goodbye and heading off to Jakes house. Jake fist bumped both Adam and Max, smiling as he ran to his door. Now it was Max's turn.
They pulled up to his house and Max got out, retrieving his things from the backseat. He lugged his sleeping bag and backpack out of the car door, shutting it and waving to Adam. He watched as Adam waved back. When he crossed to the middle of the road though, Adams face began to change. Max watched him, wondering what he was looking at. Suddenly his mother started pointing at something behind Max, looking as if about to cry.
Max turned then, and felt a searing pain run throughout his body. The sensation of being crushed came upon his chest, and he gasped for air. He felt fluid enter his lungs, and all he could do was lay there and feel the pain coursing throughout his body. His head began to throb, and he felt dizzy, his vision weakening.
He slipped into the darkness, much like that of Adams attic. It seemed to swallow him whole. The last thing he heard was Adams voice screaming for him, and the car doors slamming, chaos erupting upon his small little world.