I talk an excessive amount about spaghetti
I woke up slowly, sleeping through the alarm I really ought to have disabled days ago and letting the natural sun wake me instead. Online school had begun yesterday morning, and there were several assignments I had to complete throughout the day. When I sat up to begin my morning, I felt a craving for spaghetti, as one does. There's an unspoken rule in my house that if you're making spaghetti, you have to ask everyone else if they'd like some, just because spaghetti is that great of a meal. I knocked on my sister Helen's door first, since her room was on the way to the kitchen, but no response. I slowly opened the door and found that she was nowhere to be found. I didn't think anything of it, as she was probably just somewhere else in the house - or so I thought. I called out to the rest of the house and received a "yes" from my mom and dad. I asked them if they knew where Helen was, but they said they didn't. Again, I wasn't worried. I