Hanna

I wake up and sigh checking my email. He hadn’t replied to me. I frown and start to get ready, Dolling myself up. I suddenly realize, he has no idea what I look like. We only spoke that one night and my profile picture for my school website is the crest witch I re-drew in my own style. Shit. I open my laptop quickly and open my email.
No new messages.
I give in and email him first, I mean to him this is just a professional thing. So he can help me with a class paper.


Re: Interview?
To Matt Flyzick

Hey Matt,
You didn’t give me all the information yesterday. Please e-mail me back as soon as you can. I’m going to need to take a bus or steal my moms car.
~Hanna

I sigh and straighten out my R.I.P. Mitch Lucker memorial shirt. I wear Jean shorts under it and tall socks that I can pull up to hide my scars if I start to feel uncomfortable about them.
I walk downstairs and groan, my mom lays face down in a puddle of her own vomit in the middle of the kitchen. I walk over and grab the rain poncho from in the front hall. I hid it there after having to do this job so often. Sick of getting my clothes smelly and stomach-acidy. I slide my arms around her pulling her onto her side, I drag her to lean back against the kitchen counter. Her head rolls to the side, I hear her let out a long disgusting snore.
I start to clean my kitchen and make coffee for her as well as breakfast. I know my mother. She’ll want her pajamas when she gets up with a decaf coffee just before she goes back up to bed with a puke bowl. I’ll turn on the TV to nbc and she’ll lay in bed then probably eventually fall asleep. Then she’ll wake up again cranky and I’ll avoid her. Simple.
She starts to wake up, I pull the poncho off and throw it in the sink all the vomit cleaned off the floor. I jog ahead of my mom to go to her room to lay out her P.J.s and turn on the T.V. by the time I’m back downstairs my mom is pouring herself coffee and clearly upset at life.

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Alex

I wake up in my bunk, first one awake as always. I cough the booze off my breath. I slide out and look around Jack and Zack are still asleep Rian is in the kitchen area making himself breakfast. Guess not the First one..
“Hey.” I say and rub the back of my head
“Damn Alex you really need to stop using so much hairspray. You have a freaking afro.” He laughs at me. I flip him off and walk over making myself a bloody mary and toast.

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Matt

“GET YOUR ASS UP FLYZIK!!” A hand pushes down on my face. I groan and roll over, whoever it is starts to whack me with a pillow or something.
“Damn just give me a second.” I groan and roll over snatching it out of the hand. “…..Touch my mickey mouse.” I roll off my bunk onto the floor. I hadn’t had very much booze last night but I stayed up late on redbull filling out paperwork and figuring out all the shit the guys don’t bother to. Everybody stands around looking at me.
Jack stares me down, I squint at him.
“Nutsack.” He says in an Australian accent. I look down and shake my head at them groaning a huge penis drawn on my stomach.
“Thanks for that.” I groan and turn around to walk to the kitchen area “Where are we? When are we going to be at the Mall of America?”
“We’re there and however long it takes for you to get up so we can get this fucking show started.” Ian, Alex/Zacks tech says from behind me “We’re setting up the stage now. We’ll probably be ready in fifteen minutes. Vinny got everything figured out for you.” I groan and walk over pouring myself some coffee.
“Oh and by the way theres this girl who emailed you like five times?” Jack chuckles, I turn to glare at him.