Amanda sits on the couch, playing video games. She has short faux dreadlocks, brown eyes, and a serious look on her face. She looks out the corner of her eye and sees her heavy-set, balding, baby-faced dad,
Logan, sitting next to her.
Logan taps his fingers on the buttons of the video game controller and locks eyes with Amanda. “I predict someone’s getting ready to cry. It’s now or never. We’ve stalled the inevitable long enough. If we win,
hooray. If we lose, I might still love you.”
Amanda’s six-year-old sister, Saira, sits on the other side of Logan. She has green eyes and two curly puffs that look like Mickey Mouse ears for hair. No matter what happens, she always has the same absent facial expression and monotone voice. “Please hurry and end this.”
Amanda’s mom, Jean, who has a beautiful, freckled face and a pixie cut, sits next to Saira. Jean smiles. “I think it’s time for you two to die!”