Shatter by Rachel van Dyken

Author:Rachel van Dyken [Dyken, Rachel van]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Rachel Van Dyken
Published: 2013-05-14T10:00:00+00:00

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We all sat around the dinner table that night with Ruben and the rest of the production crew. He called the meeting to order and took a sip of his soda. “Alright, kids…” I groaned, why did he call us kids? “This week’s theme is…”

“Please let it be sleep,” I interrupted.

“Sex?” Jaymeson grinned shamelessly while Alyssa punched him. Angelica was staring at the ground like it was going to suddenly open up and swallow her.

Ruben looked around at all our eager faces. “The past.”

“Son of a bitch.” Was the man trying to kill me?

“How is that a theme?” Alyssa asked.

Ruben nodded happily to Alyssa. “Great question!”

I rolled my eyes. “Shoot me now.”

Ignoring my outburst, Ruben took a seat. “Not only does your past define your future, but it makes you seem more real to your fans. They want to know what you were like growing up. Did you play any sports? When was your first kiss? You know, that type of stuff. So we’ll have a series of confessionals this week where the producers will ask you questions, but you’ll also be getting to know the rest of the cast and their pasts through a series of games and activities.”

“Yay,” I said dryly.

Jaymeson raised his hand. “Yeah, um, Ruben?”

“What?”

“I was in a tragic accident when I was…” His finger went into the air as if he was doing math. “Like seventeen, so I don’t remember anything from my childhood.”

“Interesting.” Ruben folded his arms. “That makes sense. I mean, I never believed that rumor that you could have slept with that many Hollywood starlets at the ripe old age of sixteen.”

Jaymeson grunted. “Believe it.”

Ruben glared. “What? No memory loss?”

“Well-played, damn it.” Jaymeson sulked, leaning his elbows against the table.

“As I was saying…” Ruben smirked. “If you were a closet cross-dresser when you were ten—”

“What the hell?” I snapped. “At ten? Kind of early…”

Ruben folded his arms across his chest and continued. “If you kissed a girl and she punched you when you were four, or you have some sort of weird toenail fetish — it’s all gonna come out this week. Be prepared. There will be a fishbowl for each of you in the middle of the room with questions. Each day you’ll be asked to retrieve one from the bowl and answer it for your cast members. Remember, this is supposed to be fun.”

“Is that why it feels like hell?” I asked aloud.

Ruben didn’t answer. Instead he placed the fishbowls on the counter, full of white pieces of paper. Each fishbowl had a name on it. “Who’s going to go first?”

“We have to start now?” Jaymeson whined.

“Yup,” Ruben said.

“I’ll go.” Alyssa popped up from her seat and retrieved a piece of paper from her bowl.

Ruben nodded. “Go ahead, read it aloud.”

Alyssa’s face paled. She looked to me and then back at the paper. Her voice shook as she read the question. “Who did you lose in a tragic car accident when you were sixteen, and was it your fault?”

I jumped out of my chair and ripped the paper out of her hands.

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