MCA #4, Saturday Morning

[psychoticbiotic]

It was a typical lazy Saturday morning for Jack.

Which, in her case, meant eating cereal straight from the box in front of the television while cursing at the Olympic skiers who seemed to be going extra-slow just to piss her off.

Totally a perfect day.

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[skycrawlers]

Did she order takeout? Because there was a knock on the door.

A knock about three and a half feet above the floor, as it happened.

[psychoticbiotic]

There definitely should not have been a knock at this time of day. Jack grudgingly pried herself off the couch and yanked the door open anyhow.

And looked down to see a kid.

"Yeah, what do you want?" she asked. Not particularly charmingly.

[skycrawlers]

"Got any cereal?" Val asked. "I like the chocolate ones."

[psychoticbiotic]

"Maybe," Jack said suspiciously. (In fact, the box on the floor in front of her couch was about 2/3 chocolate.) "How come you're asking me for it? Don't you have parents or something?"