(Open scene with Hollow sketching in her bedroom.)

Hollow: Nya! Dang—I gotta stop doing that.

(Air Strike (11) enters, their baby brother—who we’ll call Holy Saint (2)—walks in behind him.)

Holy Saint: Hewo, Hollow, how are you doing?

(Hollow smiles, ignoring Air Strike and helping Holy Saint onto her bed, not forgetting to close her sketchbook for protection against the toddler) Hollow: I’m doing fine, Bean, how are you?

Holy Saint: I’m good. _(He points to her newest stuffed toy that she got for Christmas) _Taco, please?

(Hollow hands Holy Saint her taco plush, then turns to Air Strike, narrowing her eyes) Hollow: What do you want?

Air Strike: Come on! How do you know I came here for something.

(Hollow blinks slowly)

Air Strike: Okay. Okay. I need a pencil.

Hollow: Will you bring it back?

Air Strike: ….

Hollow: No.

Air Strike: Wait! You didn’t let me answer!

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(Open scene at lunch)

Diva: So, how was everyone’s break?

Emo: Eh.

Honey Bear: We stayed with my dad’s fiancé’s grandpa._ (She shivers) _There was no source of technology in that whole house.

Hollow: I went to a funeral.

(Dive, Emo, and Honey Bear turn to her, those looks in their eyes.)

Hollow: It was my great-great step-grandmother; I hardly knew her.

Diva: It’s still a death, Hollow, how are you like this?

(Hollow shrugs) Hollow: Death doesn’t bother me. Everyone dies.

Emo: True that.

Hollow: Did you just agree with me?

(The table is quiet)

Emo: No, bitch. Yes, I did._ (She points at Diva and Honey Bear) _You two shut up!

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(Back at Hollow’s Home)

Pigtails: BUT I WANT IT!

(Hollow and Pigtails are currently arguing over the last bagel. Air Strike is watching the proceedings while eating the chicken pie he microwaved.)

Hollow: I TOUCHED IT FIRST! DIDN’T I, AIR STRIKE!

(Air Strike raises his hands in peace) Air Strike: I’m not involved with this.

Mum: HOLLOW! PIGTAILS! SIT YOUR BEHINDS DOWN BEFORE I EAT THAT BAGEL!

Hollow, Pigtails: NOOOOO!!

Air Strike, (and Holy Saint who has somehow wandered in the kitchen unnoticed): YESS!

All Siblings: AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH

(Hollow, Pigtails, Air Strike, and Holy Saint continue to scream. No doubt the neighbors hear them; the walls are thin. Mum sighs, putting her head in her hands before continuing her work.)

Mum: Why did I have four kids? (She looks down at her skinny body) How did I have four kids?

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(Open scene at Lunch)

(Hollow, Diva, and Honey Bear are talking to two boys behind them. Emo is on her phone. We’ll call one boy Baseball Hat, and the other Nice Guy.)

Baseball Hat: No, I do not lick children. You misheard what I said, Hollow.

Hollow, Diva, Honey Bear: We all heard you say that you lick children, man.

Diva: And you said that you bang guys.

Baseball Hat: I do NOT bang guys. I am a fully straight man—I’ve gone hard from titties.

Hollow, Honey Bear: WHAAAA—

_(Nice Guy looks up from his lunch and his phone, peeved that this conversation is even happening.) _Nice Guy: Baseball Hat, shut up before you make this worse. Do you have evidence that he said any of this, Diva?

Diva: Nooo….

Nice Guy: Then the victim is proven innocent.

Honey Bear: The victim did say he licks children, though.

(Baseball Hat flushes red.) Baseball Hat: No I did NOOOOT!