"Thud, thud, thud..."
"Michael, are you even in there? Say something..." Betty's knocking and voice escalated, trembling with a mix of fear and urgency.
The door shook under her fists, a testament to her desperation and inner turmoil.
"I'm not going to school... stop bothering me, I'm trying to sleep..." At this point, Michael, probably annoyed by Betty's persistent knocking, shouted back.
The bed seemed to vibrate with each thump at the door, adding to his irritation.
"Why aren't you going to school? Are you trying to drive me insane? Get out here now, do you hear me?" Relief washed over Betty upon hearing Michael's voice, but it was quickly replaced by rising anger.
She was nearly frantic; time was slipping away, and they were going to be late.
Betty, who had never been late to work, stood at Michael's door, stomping her foot in frustration, helpless as the door remained closed.