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5. Mary Jane

April 16th, 1:23 p.m.
Airplane Graveyard, California Desert

I loved traveling. Whether it was on boat, car, or helicopter. I've always loved traveling. Airplanes were what got me into computers. I was eleven when my obsession with planes started. I did all the possible research I could do on all kinds of planes. My absolute dream was to travel on a 747 to Germany and stay in a car-themed hotel named the "V8 Hotel."

It never happened. At the time, my parents found out that my older brother had the MAOA gene. All of our attention drifted immediately to him. We tried to use it to our advantage. That's when I was forced to learn how to hack to make my family's missions successful. Two years later, we started our missions.

My mom justified the bad things we did by saying, "It's all for your brother, honey. We don't want him to get violent in the house, now, do we?" Back then, I would nod and make nothing of it. But now, I was mad at myself for not realizing her justification sooner.

My feet guided me wherever they wanted to go. My eyes just wandered away. I felt like a kid in a candy store.

I heard faint mutters and sighs. I turned in all directions to see where they were coming from. A "Fuck" came from a Thai Airways airplane.

I somehow made my way into the front of the aircraft. One was looking at documents on the opposite side of the plane.

"What are you doing?" I asked him. I heard a slight echo.

He dropped the papers in the drawer in front of him and slammed it shut. "Nothing."

"You were obviously doing something."

One shook his head. "Nope. Just reading my old college essays. Y'know, a trip down memory lane."

I walked toward him, my steps creating more echo than necessary. All of the drawers had locks on them.

"Why would you lock your old college essays in a drawer?" I asked.

"Because I'm a genius and I don't want anyone to steal my ideas, duh."

"You're dead, doofus. Who would want to steal your ideas?"

He stuttered before answering, "Bill Gates?"

I rolled my eyes. "You're such a child."

"Uh, why did you come here?"

"What are we doing for 4/20?"

"I don't know. I'm not a hippie."

"Well, I am. Score us edibles, please."

"Us?"

"Four and I."

One smirked suggestively. "Oh! You want to make your boyfriend happy, huh?"

"He's not my boyfriend, first of all. Second of all, he's with Five and she's my friend. I wouldn't do that to her."

He shrugged. "That doesn't mean he can't be with you," he said nonchalantly. "Plus, it's not like he will marry her. Men need variety."

"God, you're a pig."

One snorted like a pig. I chuckled a bit. "Does that mean I'm forgiven?"

I shook my head. "No. It just means that you're entertaining."

"I'll take it."

I leaned against the file cabinets. "Will you get me the edibles?"

"If I do, will you stop acting like a baby and forgive me?"

I looked at him in disbelief. "I will once I see the weed."

"Deal."

April 20th, 4:20 a.m.
Outside of Eight's Trailer, California Desert

"Three...two...one..." I counted down as the time was nearing.

"Happy New Year!" Three screamed at the top of his lungs.

We all laughed like maniacs. I slapped Three's knee multiple times due to the amount of laughter his stupidity caused me.

"Okay, okay, okay," Five interrupted. "What is the craziest thing you have ever done?" Her eyes moved around like crazy.

Four raised his hand. "I streaked a shit ton of times with my friends."

We all gasped. Five's eyes widened. "What?"

"Yeah," he put a gummy bear in his mouth. "At one point, my criminal record had more public nudities than robberies."

I shook my head in disappointment. "You're a disgrace."

He dramatically gasped. "Me?! You're the one who puts cum all over her hair. Everyday."

"It's called gel, dumbass. And I don't put it all over my hair." I said after Two hit Four on the back of the head. We laughed at Four's hurt expression.

I looked at Five, remembering her question. "Oh, I have a good one!" She motioned me to talk. "I made my family destroy all of my ex-boyfriend's pictures that were being displayed in a museum."

"Talk about batshit crazy," Seven muttered before taking a sip of his water bottle.

I slightly pushed him. "Shut the fuck up. I had my reasons."

One's eyes widened and looked like two big marbles. "Oh... so that's what you were doing."

"Yes, One. That's what I was doing." Everyone looked at me as though expecting me to explain myself. "He took a naked picture of me without letting me know and then decided to make it the focus of his photography display. After I found out about it, he expected me to be happy. I broke up with him and he told me that I was a bitch, that I should die, and that he cheated on me with my cousin. More than twice."

"Now that's batshit crazy," Three said while taking a hit of his cigarette.

"Why didn't you kill him?" Two asked. Everyone looked at her as though she was crazy. "What? He deserved it."

"I don't have the right to end anyone's life."

"And that is why you won't be carrying a gun. You don't have the balls," One said.

I looked at him. "I didn't, last time I checked."

One rolled his eyes. "Not like that. What's wrong with you people?"

Three sighed in relief. "Thank God One said that because this was getting deep and I don't like deepness. It's fucking depressing."

"Except for sex right?" Two asked him, trying to get a rise out of him.

Three waved his finger at her. "No, no, no. Don't bring sex into this. She did nothing to you."

One's eyes narrowed in disgust. "I seriously do not get your guys' obsession with sex. Like do you need to have an orgy or what's going on?"

"Honestly, that doesn't sound like a bad idea," Four said as he ate another edible. We all looked at him. "What? You guys are all hot. Like, I'm not gay, but I would consider it just for you guys."

Five seemed nervous and quickly blushed.

"Are you okay?" One asked him, genuinely.

Four cockily smirked. "I told you I wasn't a virgin."

I pointed my finger at him. "You're fuckin' baked."

He stupidly smiled. "Like a cake."