The Co-op

1 - Emma

It's 2017 and some orange guy was just elected president of the United States, but I give literally zero fucks about that. I'm Canadian and I'm dealing with more important life threatening issues right about now; my friend Annie is being a huge cunt. I have to go to school tomorrow and anxiety is kicking in, and I don't know if I can look at her fishy face tomorrow without killing someone. I would rather have a zombie bite my left ass cheek then have to see her fugly face tomorrow, at least my best friend Ripley will be there with me. Funny how she replaced the bitch in the first place.

As of now, it is 3:52 in the morning and I'm literally talking to myself about what might happen tomorrow with fishy cunt head, as I am suddenly awoken from my wandering thoughts by a creak coming from the stairs outside of my door. My room is in the basement but that's insignificant at the moment. Then I hear a knock at the door and I know exactly who it is. My door swings open to reveal my brother Ryder. He's 11 but he acts like he's 21 and its the funniest thing in the world.

"Hey dumb ass! Could you not talk to yourself this late at night. I can hear your ass all the way upstairs." whispered an angry Ryder.

"Oh sorry I woke you, I was just thinking about Annie and how I'm going to deal with her bullshit tomorrow. I didn't even realize I was talking out loud." I replied.

"Oh you shouldn't worry about her, once she asked me if she could suck my balls. She's just some creepy pedophile using you to get to your attractive as fuck younger brother, so goodnight and if I hear you talk again I'm calling the white jackets on your crazy ass." Ryder yelled but still soft enough to sound like a whisper.

"Aha, okay goodnight." I shot back as I covered my shoulder with my purple comforter and despite my brain running wild, I fell asleep.

My army of alarms start at 4:00 am, then 4:01, 4:02 and every minute in between until 6:30 am. They don't work. I ended up waking up late as per-usual, then having to run over to Ripley's house across the co-op (which is the townhouse community we live in) to catch the bus. I ran so fast just call me fucking Sonic.

"Ding-dong don't touch my bong!" I scream outside of her window. (we are little pot heads you see?)

All of the sudden, a head pops up from her window. All I can see is a pair of eyes, and a blue and green clip. Then I hear a lot of thumping and the front door swings wide open. A little 4, 5' child emerges from the screen door. It's Marty, Ripley's younger sister. She is kind of a bowling ball type shape. She has the worse fashion taste ever but then again she's 11. She's mixed, like her sister so she looks pretty tan and she's a bit crazy, she tried to kidnap me once but that's a different story. Her and my brother are a ship that had sailed a long time ago within our friend group. So is me and Ripley but none the less we are both straighter than a ruler. Not the flexible kind you had in grade 2, the metal type teachers used to use to abuse your grandparents with when they were little and bad. Too far? Okay I'm sorry but if you don't like that humor don't read Ripley and I's conversations. We're fucked up.

"Hiiiiiiiiii Emmmaaaaaaaa! Come in, Ripley is still sleeping. So is my mom. Just be quiet." Marty calls out to me.

"Calm down Marty. Your gonna wake them up." I replied.

Marty led me into their house like I've never been there before. She showed me the kitchen and everything. When I finally got upstairs to Ripley's room, Marty gave me a big hug.

"What was that for?" I asked.

"Just because I love your big dumb head." Whispered Marty as she scurried off into her room to finish getting ready for school.

As I creak open the door I hear Ripley mumble something from under her covers that sounds like something along the lines of "Turn on the fucking light and I'll shoot you." Typical Ripley.