Chapter Five

The Parade

On Friday morning, I wake up to the sound of a big crash. “Mom! Dad?” I say really loudly, but no one answers. Then I hear Ben’s voice right outside my bedroom door.

“Help, Lola! Help!” Oh no, I think, what has he gotten into now? I jump out of bed and run into Ben’s room. Ben is lying on the floor moaning, and it looks like the bookshelf has fallen on top of him.

“My hand! My hand!” he says, and holds up his hand. His fingers are covered in blood.

“Mom! Dad!” I yell. “Where are you?” I kneel down next to Ben, and then I smell it. Ketchup. Gross.

“Ben!” I say. “You got me!”