Mark
"Lights out!" Linda hollered up the stairs, seeing the sliver of a flashlight beam shining under Mark's door.
The light went out immediately, accompanied by the snap of a hard cover book closing and being set on the floor.
Linda rolled her eyes and returned to the computer where she was working on a novel.
Mark was listening intently for the creak of the third stair from the top as his mom came up to scold him. It never came. It was 11:30, and he had to be to school before the sun was up for early morning jazz band.
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When the alarm went off at 5:30, Mark's eyes flashed open. He blinked and rubbed his eyes. It should be dark...I shouldn't be able to see anything..." He thought drowsily. He opened his eyes once more, blinking rapidly at the clarity of his room. He rolled over, stepped out of bed, and saw a red-orange splotch through the floor.
Mark reached out to touch the splotch, and gasped when he saw his hand. It was red, too. Infrared? Mark thought, absolutely alarmed.
"MOM!?" He yelled in a panic, running down the stairs, watching his mother's orange splotch bounce in his vision...
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