1. A Little Counseling

"Good morning." I wave to my counselor. The monster smiles gently at me. Every time I come here I know it's gonna be a good talk. I take a seat near my counselor, a round table separating us.

"So how are you this fine morning?"

"I feel great doc. I don't think I've felt this happy in a while. I've even decided what I'm gonna do with my life now!"

"Really you have? What exactly?" My counselor asks interested.

"I'm gonna get myself an education. I don't know what exactly I want to do but I'll figure it out along the way. I really am glad you're making something of yourself. I am happy to see how far you came after your counseling in jail. Good luck with yourself Art." I smile a toothy grin to her. I always do love compliments.

2. Sizziling Song

"I'm gonna take this bacon and lay it." I sing. "Scramble up some eggs and-"


I turn around. "S-Sonia?" She looks at me smiling in the morning light.

"You have a nice singing voice."

"Leave!" I point to the exit, glaring at her. She rolls her eyes before leaving. I turn back to the kitchen stove.

I start to flush. God damn it, I'm apart of HSS not the PNK. This isn't supposed to be happening. So why do all my sisters say I have a great singing voice!?

Old, Same Old

I open my closet.

"Same old, same old." I say to myself. I really did need more clothing then just ROR sweaters and yellow button up shirts in my closet. I am a Worthington after all.


"Yea eat my knife to your neck!" shouts. I look to my right as I see her stare intensely to the TV screen. She rocks back and forth as she pressed buttons on the controller. He never could quite understand her obsession with that newfangled technology. Whatever. I still love her, she can still be sweet after all.

"Don honey, wanna join on in?" She holds out a controller to me. Something told me I should decline but another part told me to join my sweetie. What's the worst that could happen?

Smelling Sweater

I plant my face into the sweater and inhale. Oh great crab legs! I-It smells soo good. It's better than any flower scent or food scent alive. How couldn't anyone love this musky scent? It's just too great.

"Hey has anyone seen where my sweater went?" Johnny calls out in the hallway. I bring my face away from the sweater and look at my door. I don't think Johnny would be getting this sweater back anytime soon. That's for sure.