The Outbreak

"Hi." Constance waves at the camera. "My name is Constance." The camera zooms in on Marcy. She nervously looks at the camera.

"Marcy." She says with a small wave. "And that's Skylar." Constance says gesturing to a tall blonde headed boy. He quickly waves, too busy fumbling with a bag of skittles.

"And this is..." She says excitedly with jazz hands. She keeps smiling waiting for Marcy to say her part, she nudges her. Marcy looks up at the camera with confusion.

"Oh yeah.." She clears her throat. "The Outbreak." She says with matching jazz hands. The camera pans out. "Well.. as you know I am the main character of this story." Constance says with a smug look. Skylar rolls his eyes. "How come you get to be the main character?"

"Because the story is coming from MY point of view." Constance snaps. Skylar mumbles something under his breath and continues eating his skittles. "Anyways.." Constance continues.

"Why couldn't we be put in a different story." Marcy says annoyed.

"Because it's not our choice." Constance says with irritation. "Now, will you let me finish, these people need to know who and what they're reading about." Marcy folds her arms. "Well I don't like whoever wrote this book."

Constance rolls her eyes. "It's not like the person who wrote this is an antisocial weirdo who just sits in their bed all day eating cereal and wrote this book because she doesn't have a life. This is serious!" Constance exclaims while throwing her hands up in the air.

Marcy looks at her. "Wait, how do you know it's a she?" Constance groans in frustration. "That's not important!"

"I'm ready to leave this dump." Skylar chimes in.

"Yeah, it smells like sour milk in here." Marcy says while scrunching up her face.

"Wait! I didn't even get to tell them about the best part!" Marcy rolls her eyes. "I think you've told them enough." Constance finally gives up.

"Fine..."She waves a goodbye at the camera. "Enjoy the story!" She yells before Skylar shuts the camera off.