[center][img]http://i.imgur.com/krev7SC.png[/img][/center][center][b]Aubrey Adkins[/b][/center][center][b]March (3 Months Before IC Starts)[/b][/center]
	It was Wednesday, the midpoint of the week, which meant that once class had ended on Wednesday, it would be downhill from there until the weekend.  As I walked back to my apartment from class, I decided to check our mailbox.  What I found there was mostly just the usual junk mail: reminders of events on campus, deals on food that you probably would not have bought anyways, and other similar generic mail.  Sure, there were some bills, but I cannot believe that there is anyone who gets excited about paying bills.  Something fun would be like getting a birthday card.  But mine isn’t until May, so I don’t get my hopes up that high for finding something interesting in the mail.

	The one piece of mail that felt out of place was this one black envelope.  It also had a white rabbit logo on it, which was the symbol of the magazine company called Viera.  What was more out of place was that it was addressed to me specifically.  Since it was in fact late March, I safely assumed that this was some sort of ‘April Fool’s Day’ joke that my roommates had planned.  For the past four years, we had this tradition that we would play some elaborate pranks on one another.

	[color=b22222]“Very funny, guys.”[/color]  I announced to my roommates as I entered through our apartment’s front door.  [color=b22222]“But you do realize that it isn’t April 1st yet, right?”[/color]

	Felecia, who was sitting on the couch while watching some television, turned her head towards our other roommate’s bedroom.  “Ashley, you didn’t screw up the mailing, did you?”

	“What are you talking about?”  Ashley said as she stepped out from her bedroom, “I was going to sneak it into our mailbox.”

	I held up the black envelope up in front of me, showing my roommate that I had what I thought was their April Fool’s prank.  However, Ashley also had a second envelope in her hand.

	[color=b22222]“Wait, if that is the letter that you were going to give me.”[/color]  I said as I gestured towards the envelope that Ashley was holding, [color=b22222]“Then, what is this?”[/color]

	As soon as the possibility that the letter that I held in my hand could actually be real entered my mind, I immediately released the envelope from my hand, just like if I had just realized that a plant I was holding in my hand was actually poison ivy.  The envelope then floated down to the ground, where it landed a few feet from me.

	Felecia picked herself off the couch, walked around that piece of furniture, and scooped up the envelope off the floor.  After ripping open the envelope, she pulled out what appeared to be a stapled packet of papers.  Once my roommate had skimmed through the several pages that had been contained within the envelope, Felecia pulled out a sheet of paper and a pen and placed them on the kitchen table.

	“Aubrey, could you write your signature?”  She suddenly asked me.  I just shrugged, taking the pen into my hand.  After I had placed my signature on that blank sheet of paper, Felecia placed the packet right next to it.  On the page that she had placed on top, there was also a signature, which, when compared to the one that I had just written, was identical.

	[color=b22222]“I know how this looks, but I did [b]NOT[/b] sign that, whatever it is.[/color]

	“Either way, you’re now ‘Ms. May’.  Congrats.”  Felecia told me as she patted me on the back.

	[color=b22222]“What?”[/color]  I asked, not quite sure what she was talking about.  Felecia then handed the packet over to Ashley.  Once the bound set of paper was in her hands, Ashley cleared her voice before she began reading the cover sheet.

	“Dear Aubrey Adkins,” Ashley began, “Thank you for attending our emergency casting call on short notice.  This was an unusual situation, as a vacancy appeared due to that Pax Metahumana threat last month”

	[color=b22222]“I was [b]SO[/b] not at any kind of casting call or whatever it was.”[/color]  I protested, although this did not stop my roommate from continuing reading the letter that was attached to the front page.

	“After much debate and consideration, we are pleased to announce that you have been selected to fill this vacancy.  Included with this letter is the contract that you signed when we last met and all the pertinent information for your centerfold photoshoot for this year’s May issue.  We look forward to working with you and welcoming you into our family.”

	[color=b22222]“Is there a number in there that I can call?  I’m going to straighten this whole mess out right now.”[/color]  I demanded as I pulled my cell phone out from my back pocket.

	“I might have seen a phone number.  But I do remember seeing somewhere in that document where whoever signed it opted out of a clause that said that you’re under no obligation to pose in the nude.”  Felecia remarked as she tried to recall what she had read when she skimmed through the document.  

	“Karma is such a bitch, isn’t it?  We thought that Danielle was the one selling her body.  Weren’t we wrong.”  Ashley said as she skimmed through the packet for any telephone number that I could use to fix this little fiasco.

	“Well, we all know that when God gives you lemons, you make lemonade.”  Felecia added, “I guess this is what you do if he gave you melons.”

	[color=b22222]“YOU TWO ARE NOT HELPING!”[/color]