“And that is how you do Ring-fit professionally,” Eddie said.

I admit it looked pretty professional, but I was nowhere close to telling Eddie that.
“You think it’s professional too, don’t you?” He gave me a smile as sly as a fox. “No. I don’t.” I told him. “Also, don’t get me that face.”
“What face?” He asked as he gave me an even bigger smile.
“That face of yours…You know what? I’m leaving.”

I walked out of the living room, up the stairs, and went into the first room I saw as I walked in. I saw a bunk bed filled with stuffies. The room walls were pink, and a desk was tucked off to the side. I lay down on the bunk bed right before someone hollered, “Lana, come look at this.” My mom never hollered, so it couldn’t have been her. The only other person in the house was my brother, Eddie. I signed and went downstairs into the living room. But Eddie wasn’t there. I thought he was pulling another prank on me. So I said, “Come out, Eddie.” But nothing happened. There wasn’t even a rustling sound, and Eddie usually was very, and I mean VERY loud. One thing was confirmed, Eddie was gone.