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|name = Broke family
|image = [[File:The Broke Family.jpg|250px]]
|caption = ''Brandi was left to raise two boys alone following her husband's suspicious pool ladder accident. With Dustin acting out, can Brandi teach young Beau to make the right choices in life?''
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''beep! beep! beep!''
''Oh no,'' Dustin thought. ''Not again.'' Has it really been five minutes?
He rolled over
He hit the Snooze button again and went back to sleep. Five minutes later he did it again. And again. And again.
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"Dustin!" the voice oozed underneath his door. "You better get out of bed now! If you don't, you'll be late!"
''Hell no,'' Dustin thought to himself. ''Hell no, I'm not going to school today. Screw school.''
"You're wasting your time in that bedroom of yours!" his mother shouted.
''You're wasting time yelling at me in that kitchen of yours,'' he thought.
"Dustin, if you can't even get out of bed in the morning, what hope do you have of ever being the big brother of young Beau here?"
''Brandi, if you can't even get a job, what hope do you have of ever being the mother of young Beau here?''
"If you don't come out of there, I'll have to call Mrs. Henderson to babysit the both of you!"
''If you don't go away, I'll have to call Gordon to hassle you.''
"Now don't you dare talk back to me!" his mother screamed, as if in reply to the unspoken words in Dustin's head. "The bus comes in thirty minutes, and if you're not on it when it leaves, you better have a brilliant excuse ready."
''Sure, I have an excuse ready. I was too tired and I was trying to get more energy so I don't pass out at school.''
Pounding at the door. "Dustin! Get out of bed now, or you're grounded for the weekend!"
''I've snuck out while I was grounded before. Your threats don't scare me.''
"'''''DUSTIN! GET OUT NOW!'''''"
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His mother detected an unwarranted smile and yelled, "Hurry up and get to school already!"
Dustin dumped the remains of his soggy cereal into the sink (''I'll just pick up a muffin in the coffee shop across the street,'' he thought), rushed into the bathroom, and fumbled for his toothbrush. ''Well, at least I ''try'' to practice personal hygiene,'' he thought.
The school bus pulled up in front of the house and blared its horn.
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:''"Class, I hope to see '''every''' one of you at the exam, no skipping! And I '''need''' all of you to pass... at '''least''' pass."''
Dustin's vision was blurred. Watery. Unclear. Everything was white, like the static on TV. ''This must be the point where Slenderman pops out,'' he thought.
:''"Now, we'll review what we have learned throughout this course again, and when I point at you, I want you to say the answer, to the best of your abilities."''
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Dustin squeezed his eyes tight. He tried to picture something. He attempted to picture Angela. No use... instead his mother's face flashed in front of his eyes, yelling "You better not fail this course, or else Mrs. Henderson will be over to babysit the both of you!"
''No,'' he protested. ''No, just no.''
:''"What is the... no it was not... stop disrupting the class... that answer is '''not''' correct..."''
Dustin tried to escape the lesson. ''Maybe if I can dream hard enough,'' he thought, ''this class will be over in a breeze...''
:''"Dustin..."''
''No, this better not be happening... '''hell''' no, piss off...''
:''"Dustin! Wakey wakey, Dustin!"''
''Just... leave... me... the... %$#@... alone...''
:''"Dustin!"''
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"Enough enough!" Mr. Downsview was not impressed. "Dustin, I'm being serious here. If you don't pass this exam, I wonder how you'll pass high school, because you ''need'' at least ''one'' history credit in order to graduate. If you can't beat high school, I hope your parents have enrolled you into a prestigious military school."
The laughter died down, though there were occasional bursts of giggling and chuckling. Dustin's brain barely functioned. It was either too early, or he was way too tired. Maybe it was a mixture of both. Actually, it ''was'' a mixture of both. ''Waking up before 8AM should be illegal,'' he thought.
"Dustin, this is your last chance. Now, who is Admiral Landgraab and what did he do?"
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"You done good, Dustin," a boy said, jabbing him on the shoulder. "You got Mr. Downsview twisted up into a pretzel of his own emotions."
''Mom's gonna flip when she hears about this,'' Dustin thought as he gathered his belongings and left the room.
==Part 3. Am I pregnant?==
"Cat... C-A-T."
"C-Caf...Caf! See, aay, tee!"
''Close enough,'' Brandi thought.
Beau was making good progress in his vocabulary. He had already mastered the usual "Hello" and "Toilet," and was able to say his father's name. ''He still needs to learn how to pronounce my name,'' Brandi thought.
Brandi stood up, which proved to be a mistake. Her stomach did a wild somersault, and she had only enough time to make it to the toilet before breakfast came out.
She came up, gasping for air, but her body was not done with her yet. Twice more she was violently shaken, her insides turning to goo, almost as if they wanted to exit through her mouth. A putrid bitter taste lingered on her tongue, supplementing the lurching of her gut. She sucked in air in a desperate attempt to breathe, but her stomach fought back, pushing the air back out of her lungs. Defeated, her head hung inside the toilet. Dark patches appeared in the edges of her vision. She was about to pass out.
Then it stopped, as quickly as it started. Her stomach settled down and cuddled up nicely, like a cat curling up before a nap. She gulped down air, and after about a minute, she regained the strength to pull her head out of the toilet.
She wiped her mouth, and later, the toilet, cleaning up the evidence of her sickly endeavor. Her mouth sore from the acidity of vomit, she turned on the tap and slurped down some water.
''There,'' she thought. ''Much better.'' She looked outside. Beau was too preoccupied with his xylophone to pay much attention to her misery. That was a plus.
Brandi rubbed her hands around her belly. "Why exactly did I vomit?" she wondered aloud. "Was it something I ate?"
Probably not. The cereal she ate... no, that's not it. We bought it only yesterday and there's no way it could've spoiled by then.
What other circumstances do you vomit in?
She obviously didn't drink. They were too poor to afford alcohol. And with young Beau in the house, that would not be an option until later. Much later.
Motion sickness?
No, of course not.
Illness?
I hope not.
Well, there's only one other option... was she pregnant?
Impossible! She dismissed that option, but it came right back at her again. What else could it be? The only other option would be a brain tumor, and she was pretty positive she didn't have that.
Only one way to be sure.
She opened the medicine cabinet and started digging. An empty dental floss container. Dustin's toothbrush and toothpaste. A rusty nail clipper. Brandi's hair comb, with several strands of hair still stuck on its teeth. A well-used pre-threaded flosser. Gross...
Behind the floss was the pregnancy tester. Brandi's hands shook as she fumbled with the packaging. Open flap. Open flap. Open flap. Pull cup out. Pull testing stick out. Try not to drop both of them. Close the door. Now calm down. Sit on the toilet.
Her entire body was shaking. She gulped as she tried, harder and harder. Nothing came out, aside from a whimper from her throat.
She tried again. This time a few drops came out, but they missed the cup. She fell back, using the toilet tank as a backrest, covered her eyes, and groaned.
''Well, isn't this a wonderful day! Dustin's failing school, Beau might not finish learning how to talk before his birthday, and now I can't even pee to take a pregnancy test!''
She tried to picture something wonderful. Something nice. Images of her childhood flashed by. Her parents, [[Bob Newbie|Bob]] and [[Betty Newbie|Betty]]. Their tiny little house. The two kissing. Talking about how they found a note saying they were being used for a "tutorial". Whatever nonsense that was. And Skip...
His face appeared behind her eyelids. He looked straight at Brandi, motionless, like a still picture. His mouth was open, his teeth forming a graceful smile. His eyes were open and inviting, and they almost glittered.
Brandi woke up. ''Now,'' she thought, ''I'm not going to let this crappy day bring ''me'' down!'' She grabbed the cup again and, much to her surprise, she found it easy to fill it up. With the dropper, she squeezed a small amount of the urine into the stick. Then she waited. The screen lit up, populated with a single animated hourglass, rotating every time the sand emptied into the bottom chamber. She stared mindlessly at the hourglass, watching the little grains of sand fall. She felt like one of those grains, being picked up and dropped mercilessly over and over again. It was like being on an endless roller coaster ride that was completely surrounded with a transparent plastic tube. There was no way out, only being able to stare helplessly at inaccessible freedom while the train rushes around in circles at 50 miles an hour.
The hourglass disappeared, bringing Brandi out of her trance. The screen blinked, and the results of the test came into view:
<span style="color:green">PREGNANT</span>
''Huh?'' She stared at the stick for a few minutes, unable to wrap her mind around the results. ''I'm pregnant? Who's the father then?''
Skip had died not long before Beau was born. The poor child never had an opportunity to see his father. Dustin, hard-hit by his father's death, gave up on school and entered a life of crime. With the bun out of the oven, Brandi had quit her job as a Drive Through Clerk to stay home and care for Beau. But Skip was the family's main source of income, and after his pool ladder incident, the family had barely any money to get by, with Dustin's measly dirty money failing to cover even half of the family's basic needs. Oh, and don't forget Beau's diapers. Every time Brandi changed them, she felt like she was pulling 50 Simoleons out of her pocket and using them as rather colorful toilet paper. Every time she threw out a soiled diaper, she felt like she was throwing money into the trash.
And now, she was pregnant with another child. Another mouth to feed. Another diaper-soiling little brat. Another reason why Dustin should run away from home.
Another burden in the family.
Brandi immediately stood up. ''No way! I'm not having another baby!'' She exited the bathroom and headed straight for the phone. She dialed a few numbers, and when her call was answered, her voice was strong-willed and determined: "I'd like to book an appointment to have my pregnancy aborted."
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