He woke up, feeling the bright sunshine on his face. He normally loved sunny days, now, he hated them. He looked around the room, and saw his two siblings sleeping peacefully. Lucky them, they don't have horrible dreams like I do, he thought. He got up, and headed to the washroom.
 A pale reflection looked back at him. His normally rosy cheeks were dull, and almost colourless. His eyes practically void of all colour. He sneered at his own reflection. They all expected him to be perfect, like the rest of his family. But deep down, he knew he wasn't. He knew he had faults. Like last night.
 Last night was the party to end all parties. He'd gone, despite his mother's warnings. They'd wanted to come along too, "But we always do things together!" They'd whined. Well, this time, it wasn't going to be the three of them. It was going to be him, and only him. He sighed. Why must they be so persistant? You'd think togetherness would've passed down to him, the way it had to everyone else. What with the band, and all.
 He tried not to think about the band. The band, had ruined his childhood. Well, what he could remember about it. The screams, the constant screams. It wasn't fair. He left the washroom, and headed down the hallway. He saw one of his sisters sitting on the sofa.
 "Hey, buddy. What's up? You don't look very happy this morning." She chirped. He grunted. If there was one thing he hated more in the world then actually getting up, it was seeing people who were all ready up and awake. She wrinkled her nose.
 "Fine. Be that way. " She said, and went back to the book she was reading. He trudged into the kitchen. His mother was making pancakes.
 "Hello, honey, how did you sleep?" She asked. He shrugged.
 "Not too well. Theywere snoring and talking in their sleep." He said. He almost managed to make 'they' sound like a swear word. Mrs. Hanson's brow furrowed. She didn't want him to get angry again, things always got worse when he got angry. He had a lot on his mind.  "When am I gonna get my own room?" He whined.
 "Well, when we move, or someone else moves out." Mrs. Hanson said slowly. That wasn't a good enough answer. He opened his mouth to complain, but his brother, Zachary bounced in.
 "Hey hey!" Zac cheered.
 "Hello, Zac honey." Mrs. Hanson said, pretending to forget the incident that had just occured. He realized that his family was scared of him. He could kill them all if he wanted to. He smiled, seeing their faces twist into expressions of horror, as they realized that their beloved son and brother was about to end their lives. He thought, tonight. Tonight is the night. No more Hanson, no more band  Hanson, no more being shut out of the spotlight. Just him, his family, and a big can of gasoline. Maybe a lighter or two.
 He smiled.

 "Hey, Zac? Did you notice anything weird about Mackie today?" Taylor asked his brother as they were drifting off to sleep. "He seemed sort of, I don't know, occupied."
 "Maybe that wild party he went to last night spazzed him out." Zac suggested. "Avery and Zoe were pretty pissed about not being able to go."
 "Yeah. Is Ike asleep?" Taylor asked. Zac grunted.
 "I think so. Ike? Are you asleep?" He asked the darkness.
 "Mmmph. Yes. Leave me alone." Was Isaac's muffled reply.
 "He's asleep." Zac confirmed.
 "Okay, goodnight guys." Taylor said.
 "'Night."
 "Uggh."
 Little did they know, that was the last time they'd ever see each other alive again.

 This is it. I'm gonna kil them all. Goodbye mom, goodbye dad. Goodbye Ikey, Tay, and Zac. I'll be with you in your dreams....Goodbye Jessie, Avie and Zoe. Have fun up there, I'll see you soon. Mackenzie lit the match. The gasoline was all set up, they wouldn't realize what was happening until it was too late. This is for ruining my childhood, guy! Mackie thought. Thanks for becoming famous stars, and stealing the spotlight, guys. I really appreciate it. It's a shame mo and dad and Jessie, Avie and Zoe have to die too, oh well. No big loss.  Mackie dropped that match. The gasoline ignited, and spread throughout the garage. Mackie turned to leave. The sun was just coming up. "In a MMMbop they're gone, in a MMMbop they're not there..." He muttered to himself. He saw the sunshine coming u pover the horizon, and for once, he was happy that the sun was rising. He left the Hanson's garage, whistling a familiar tune to himself.
 "You are my sunshine, my only sunshine,
 you make me happy, when skies are gray,
  you'll never know dear, how much I love you,
 please don't take, my sunshine away..."

The End.
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