How did we meet? Simple enough. Issac tried to kill me. Well maybe he didn't try but he nearly accomplished it. He broke my arm and gave me a million bruises. Maybe not a million, more like nine hundred ninety-nine. But who's counting right? Wait, let me start at the beginning.My name is Tracy Lynn Watts. But that's too formal for me, call me Tre. I'm 16. I have white-blond hair and green or brown eyes. (They change) Not the most beautiful (not even close) but I serve my purpose. Although I haven't figured out what that is yet. Anyways, I was staying at my grandparents house for three months I Tulsa, Oklahoma.
My little story starts as I'm walking (very innocently) down Dawson St. No real reason except maybe to get away from my grandparents. (They're real great and all but one can only take so much!)
As I was turning the corner I heard three male voices. Then BAM! I'm knocked to the concrete by a very powerful force. And then I'm hit by another, and yet one more massive force. "Oh, ow, ow ,ow, pain!" I screamed
"Are you okay?" asked the first missile
"No, I'm not. I'm in major pain. Ow, ow ,ow."
"Where are you hurt?" asked the second torpedo
Oh, before I continue any further, let me tell you, I hadn't looked up yet. -K- back to the story...
"My arm." I replied I looked down at my arm, it should NOT be at that angle!
"Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow." said the caboose at the end of the freight train that hit me
"Are you okay?" I asked the little one. Or at least he sounded like a little one.
"Yeah." he replied
"Then why are you saying that?"
"Your arm," he said "it looks like it needs some more ows"
I laughed, then passed out.
"Well, I didn't mean to hurt her." said one voice
"I know you didn't mean to." said a second voice
"Shut up! She's waking up!" said yet a third voice
"I think that Zac is right. She's coming around. Does anyone know her name? She didn't have any ID on her. said a fourth voice? What the fuck?!
"Tracy Lynn."
"What?"
"My name is Tracy Lynn and who the hell are you?"
I sat up and looked around the room but my eyes were all funky. "Blah..."
Finally my eyesight returned and I realized just who I was with. Hanson. Sitting beside my little hospital bed was Issac, Taylor, and hanging upside down on his chair was none other than Zac Hanson. And there was a doctor, but lets get back to Hanson.
"O.K. let us recount the events of today shall we? All I did was take a walk around the block, and then I get hit by a diesel rig. And wake up in a hospital bed next to Hanson. Yeah, I COMPLETELY understand this!" I said
'A diesel rig? Huh, you didn't get hit by a diesel. You got hit by us." said Issac motioning to him and his brothers.
"Same difference." I replied
I looked down and found a large cast on my right arm. "Oh, real cute Tre! Go ahead and break your arm. You couldn't break the left one could you? You had to break the right one, didn't you?" I mumbled.
"Talk to yourself?" asked Issac jokingly
"Yup, often."
"Can we sign your cast? Please?" asked Zac
"Oh, yeah why not?" I said just kinda in a daze
"Me first." said Issac
When he was done he handed the marker to Taylor. I saw that he had written "Sorry about the arm Tracy Lynn. Love The Diesel Rig (Issac Hanson)
Taylor then finished his message (Thanx for being a fan. You mean the world to us. Love Tay Hanson) he handed the marker now to Zac. Big mistake! He went absolutely NUTS! The expression on his face was so intense I was beginning to think he was obsessed! "I love your guy's music. Umm, how did I get here?" I asked not really wanting to know
"We drove you here." answered Issac
"Oh,goody."
"So, Tracy Lynn.." started Issac but I cut him off "Call me Tre. -K-?
"Yeah, OK. Call me Ike."
"Tay"
"You can call me Zac." piped up Zac (who might I add was STILL signing my cast)
"Yeah," I said "I figured that one. Zac, what are you doing to my arm?!"
"Uh, signing it. Why?"
My cast which was white five minutes ago, was completely covered with Superguys and Musclemen.
"Nevermind!"
"Done!"
"Finally. Give me that!" I said as I snatched the marker away from him and drew a tiny T.L. on a microscopic blank spot.
"Whats that for?" asked Tay
"So I know it's not some polygram Hanson product."
We got a good laugh out of that one. Which I found out HURT! I saw a mirror across the room and saw that I looked like one of the walking dead. I proceeded to "strike a pose".
"Ugh."
"Doc, is it Ok for her to leave now?" asked Issac
"Uh, yeah it is. Go ahead and go. And be CAREFUL!" said the doctor after looking at his chart.
"Hah! They don't know HOW!" I said
'Hungry?" asked Issac
"Definatly, why?"
"Cause I'm taking you to lunch."
