"Jer...Jeremy, time to get up. No--It was time to get up four hours ago. Get up!"<br/><br/>Jeremy's eyes flicked open. Dazed, he sat up, curling his hands into fists and rubbing his eyes. "Wha?" he asked, his eyes adjusting to the sunlight streaming in through the open curtains. Her passed a glance at the clock, and saw it was two.<br/><br/>"Get up!" Jessica said, hopping onto his chest, and bouncing. "Get up, get up, get u-"<br/><br/>"Shut the fuck up, will you?" Jeremy muttered, pushing the ghost-like figure off of his body, and getting out of bed. He gripped his cigarettes, and his zippo, and walked over to the balcony opening. He pulled open the doors, took out a cigarette, and lit up, taking a long, slow  drag.<br/><br/>"I'll tell Mom what you said."<br/><br/>"I-I don't care. Mom can't do nothing, now."<br/><br/>"She can. I could bring her back, just like me, Jer." Jessica perched on the railing, her legs dangling over. She watched the sky.<br/><br/>Jeremy took another long drag. "I'd like to see you try."<br/><br/>"Would you?" Jessica said, running a hand through her long, white hair.<br/><br/>"I would." Jeremy smirked at his sister, shoving her off the edge.<br/><br/>"Haha, very funny." Jessica returned next to him, seconds later, and sat farther away from him, on the edge.<br/><br/>"Aren't I?"<br/>--<br/><br/>"Miss. Brunsman! Why are you so late?" Daniel Tebbens, tthe manager of Dick's, was a big, burly man. Isabella guessed that he weighed anywhere from 200-300 pounds. Most of it was muscle, though, and he was in awesome shape. He was tall, probably 6' 4'', and had good looks; rugged, and yet kind of..young. He would be sexy, if he wasn't, like, twenty years older than Isabella, and so mean, all the time.<br/><br/>"I'm sorry, Mr. Tebbens. I got caught up at home. Some old lady had a complaint, and.."<br/><br/>"It won't happen again," Daniel barked. "Right?"<br/><br/>"No sir, it won't." Isabella took off her coat, once her boss left, and shoved it into her locker, along with her purse. She looked herself over, in her uniform, and let out a sigh. She took down her red hair, letting it spill across her shoulders.<br/><br/>"Isabella, to register two. Isabella."