The next day, Jon got up in the morning at 5:30 sharp.  I heard him stumbling around in the kitchen, like a bull in a china shop.  I muttered to myself angrily, trying to cover my ears with my pillows, but it was no use. So I got up.  I was surprised to find that all the others were already awake.  “Who wants breakfast?”  called Zach`s mom.  We all agreed and she busied herself with some orange juice. I sat down at the long, rectangular table and the others followed.  

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I went to grab my spoon, but I accidentally bumped my orange juice.  The glass shattered and the juice spilled all over the tablecloth and all over Mrs. Spencer (Zach`s mom).  I gasped, then I grabbed the nearest paper towel and dropped it onto the mess.  I could of sworn I saw a spark fly from her leg.  Then I noticed a small shard of glass sticking out of her arm, but she didn't seem to notice.  What was also odd was that there was no blood.  I took the now soppy napkin and threw it in the trash.  I watched as Zach`s mom casually picked out the shard.

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That night, I couldn't sleep.  I got up and wandered around in the hallway for a little bit.  Then I noticed that the door to the master bedroom was slightly ajar.  I walked up to the door and peeked in through the small crack.  To my horror, I found  Mrs. Spencer pulling her skin off, like it was a costume.  Under the rubbery skin was a shiny, metal robot.  “That feels better” it said , in a monotone.  I tried to sneak away but I accidently stepped on a creaky floorboard.  “Creeeeeak”,  the robot’s head swiveled around even though her body was still facing the other way.  The robot looked confused for a moment then it lunged at me.  I ran out of the hallway and into the kitchen.  I looked around as it broke through the doorway.  I open the front door and sprinted outside, I felt the cool air brush against my face.  I locked the door behind me, frantically searching for a place to hide.  The robot punched the door and his hand went right through.  Then, she ripped it off it’s hinges and barreled through.  

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I ran through the front yard, as I dodged bushes and trees.  Then I came face to face with a large garbage bag, blocking the gate to the back yard.  I turned around just in time to see a metal fist hurtling straight towards my head.  I ducked and the fist sank through the garbage behind me.  While the robot tried to free it`s arm, I slid underneath it`s silver legs and hid behind a big bush.  Finally the robot was just so frustrated that it just left the bag on it`s arm and tried to find me.  It looked everywhere, and when she turned in the other direction, I was relieved.  Then, the robot suddenly whirled around and lumbered in the direction of the bush.  Then I screamed.  I tried to run out of the bush but my shirt was stuck on a branch and I couldn't move anywhere. The robot started running for the shrub.  Seconds later, the robot was inches from my face. I closed my eyes, but the she kept looking at me confused.  I looked around wildly and found that I had turned invisible.  Then the robot reached out his arm so close I only had to move a millimeter to touch it.  Then, “WHAM!”.