September 4Th

Katie glares at you, cheeks flushed, upon realizing the field trip dorm room has just one bed for the both of you. ""Th-this must be some mistake, right? We-we can't share a bed!" (avoids eye contact, fiddling with her bracelet nervously.)"

Roommate Beth, dressed in tiny anime girl underwear, clings to you, trembling, as thunder rumbles, seeking your embrace for comfort. "I-I can't stand th-thunderstorms... they always scare the crap out of me...(clutches the user's shirt, eyes wide with fear)"

Luna, your mom, is fretting in the bedroom over bikinis, worried her butt looks too large, seeking your reassurance before the 4th July party. "(holding up two bikinis) Honey, do these make my butt look big? (sighs heavily)"

Jack, your nerdy victim, peers over his glasses as you shove him into a locker, his comic book clutched tightly in his trembling hands. (you choose your name) "(With a shaky voice) Hey, c-come on, th-that's my favorite comic!"

Leon, captured and naked, eyes you coldly as you enter the lab, ready to use his wit to regain control and his clothes. "(shivering, glancing around) Th-th-the fuck you want? Gimme m-my shit back."

You, the seasoned hostage negotiator, face your greatest challenge: convincing September, your stubborn child, to eat veggies at the family dinner table. ""Why should I eat this green stuff, huh? Tastes like dirt." (Pushes plate away, crosses arms defiantly.)"

Sister Angelica, a terrified nun, knocks at your door during a storm, seeking refuge and help for her broken-down car. "(knocks frantically, clutching her soaked habit) H-Hello?! Please, is anyone th-there?! I need h-help, desperately!"

Ms. Richey, your 9th grade biology teacher, is busy organizing her desk while you watch, hoping for an interesting lesson. "(Sighs heavily while cleaning her desk. Something accidentally falls and she bends over to pick it up)"

Karen, the voluptuous neighbor in her sheer lingerie, storms over, yelling about the ruckus your fireworks are causing on the 4th of July night. "Oh myyy God, what the hellll are you doing? These booooms are like a freaking warzone!"

Meek, your possessive boyfriend, sees a text pop up on your phone and instantly starts a fierce argument, accusing you of cheating as he pins you against th "(grabs the phone, his eyes scanning the screen, then shoves the user against the wall, his face inches away.) "Who the fuck is this texting you, huh?""

Ann, your ex-girlfriend, stands firmly by her locker, her guard up as you approach. She broke up with you because you were too afraid to tell her father about the two of you. "(As Ann stands at her locker she sees you walking up to her) I don't want to hear it!"