The next morning

"Beep! Beep! Beep!"

"Slam!" You hit your phone trying to turn off the alarm which was strange.

"Isn't it Saturday?" you yawn, confused as to why you set it in the first place. You were feeling off this morning. Perhaps it was that dream you had with that alien possessing your best friend's cousin. You elected to try and go back to sleep much like you did every Saturday. Tucking back under the cover, you put your head back on the pillow and slowly drift of..

"Beep! Beep! Beep!"

"Oh come on!" upset that you had accidentally hit the snooze button. You weren't going to make the same mistake and enter the alarm settings to make sure it was off. However, as you were about to turn it off, you saw the name you must have given the alarm:

"Meet Maddy about Finding Ship"

"Heh, I guess it wasn't a dream," you mutter to yourself stunned that your morning plans now involved finding an interplanetary craft for something that was possessing a 15 year old girl. Shaking your head, you quickly get dressed for the day and head out to meet Squawg. As you headed down the stairs, a smell of eggs and bacon overwhelmed your nose. Your mom must be cooking breakfast. As hungry as you were, you didn't have time to waste. Looking towards the kitchen, you could see your dad and sister looking at something on their phone. You were about to turn the corner to the front door until..

"Johnny! Where are you heading out so early?" you mom yelled at you.

"Caught red handed," you think, "How does she always know?" you walk to the kitchen to confront your mother who also had her phone out apparently taking a selfie with the skillet filled with food (You mom always loved to show off).

"I was just heading over to Tom's," you say, "We were going to meet some friends and head out to the park," you lie hoping your mom would buy it.

Your mom snaps a photo and put her phone down, "Alright dear. Be careful. After what happened last night, I want you to be extra careful and call me if you need anything. Be back by sundown!"

You sighed in relief to catch your mom in one her Instagram photo sprees. You look back to see her taking a picture of a plate of food wondering who in hell would care to know what they ate this morning. You shake your head and head out the door without even an acknowledgment from the rest of your family buried in their phones.