“Johnny, I’ve called you three times. Breakfast, now.”
“Okay, okay. I was just tweaking the teleporter.”
“Tweaking it. Right. Better put your father’s tools back before he finds out you were messing with them.”
“No worries. I wasn’t using them.” He closed the access panel. “Corn flakes, right?”
“Bacon and eggs today. Protein for the big test.”
“Are you sure I can’t stay home sick today?”
“Breakfast. Now.”
He was on his second egg when the call came from the school. “A virus has infected the teleporter system. School is canceled until further notice.”
Johnny smiled innocently at his mom.
Author’s Note: This winter has had a lot of snow days for my kids. I wondered how that would work in a world where they could just teleport to school.
As much as I dislike adverbs that end in “ly,” that last sentence is killer.
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