Hanna Episode 1 – SCREWED!

It was nearing Christmas, and I had been appointed the “Plan B” man of the day. I was to babysit my niece, Hanna. Funny, plan B generally is the better plan anyway.

Me? Oh yes, a little bit of an introduction would probably help a little.
I am Jason Grant, a 17 year old “would-be” game designer. I’m studying but hardly, really. I am trying to battle school, which in RPG terms stands at like 20 levels less than I, but I am unarmed. In other words, lately shit just keeps fucking up. I have short black hair and brown eyes, and stand about 5’6. I would be taller but – a whole lotta coffee can indeed prevent you from growing too tall. Thanks a lot, Columbian Coffee Guy!

Anyway, about Hanna. Hanna stands about 4’8, and has long light brown hair, and soft hazel eyes. She is 12 years old, and has the trademark perky chest of the average generic slim 12 year old girl. That is to say, I never really looked of course, but it’s nothing special.

My sister? Well her name’s Elaine. She looks a lot like a future-Hanna, almost the exact image of what you would think she would look like in about 15 years.

It was freezing outside, and the fireplace was roaring. My sister and her boyfriend left to go see some relatives for a week, and it was only me and Hanna. There she sat watching various random cartoons, hell I don’t even know what was what. I rarely ever am watching her over at this house. At my house, she’s involved usually in drawing or playing video games, but my sister just doesn’t think that video games are harmless. Oh no, what will happen, she may begin to think she has 3 lives and 300 seconds to live? Bullshit. Anyway, at this point in time I was sitting beside her on the couch and I was blankly staring at the screen, giving half a shit about what was on.

“What are you thinking about?” Hanna asked randomly.

“What? Oh, I was just thinking about how these cartoons nowadays suck.”

“What do you mean? They do not!”

“Well whatever. Hell, Wile E. Coyote made much more sense – and there was little to no speech in there or sense what so ever.”

“Ain’t that the truth.” She began to laugh a little.

“What do you mean?”

“Oh nothing. It’s just that the next generation will likely think the same and so fourth. Just like how people used to think that saying “Pants” on TV was too sexual a reference in your grandfather’s time.” She began grinning. And then something familiar hit me, a line I keep registering when handling her speech. – WHERE THE HELL does she learn this stuff? Does she pull random knowledge out of thin air at times then just plain act stupid? She’s a little too smart if you ask me. Well, I suppose that’s a good thing, but unfortunately it makes it very easy for her to get what she wants.

I blankly look about half an inch from where my eyes were half-ass gazing at the corner of the TV to the clock right there.

“HOLY SHIT! It’s already that late?” The clock registered 10:25 PM

“What’s the big deal? She asked, with a cute devious smile.

“What? Dude, Elaine said you should be in the shower at like 9!