PS here. Great, I've gotten into states and provinces. Kill me now god. Maybe not just Canadian provinces or American states. I might add a couple more from different countries. Like Germany. Okay... it might just be Germany, Canada and America's Provinces/States. Sorry. Also, Province/State capital personification references.

It's warm out again. I sigh quietly (or quieter than usual *weep weep*) and yawn. Oh! Hi, I'm the magnificent Province of... drum roll please... Manitoba! Except, everyone just calls me Mary. Saskatchewan and Alberta (or Sam and Alice, the twins) don't call me that a lot.. They call me MayMay. That's always apparently been my nickname. British Columbia (Britany) calls me M. Eh, at least I'm not called Mayday. I'd feel horrible if I was on a ship and I said my nickname was Mayday and everyone suddenly jumped off the boat. I have nightmares about it all the time. Anyways, back to me explaining myself. I'm 5'6" and have light olive skin (that comes from my Metis roots). My hair is dark brown and is always held back in a braid. I also have green eyes. I usually wear a Winnipeg (my amazing Capital. I love the little stinker to the bottom to my heart) Jets sweater, tights (and if it's warm, capris) and loved sneakers. But that's in Fall, Spring and Summer. Don't even get me started on Winter. Matthew always says I'm obsessed about my clothes. Mattie, my dear, sweet older brother... look at Britany before you go calling me clothing obsessed. Anyways, I have a story to tell. Saying things that my Brother's probably never going to read won't get me there anytime sooner.

It is warm out. I clench my fists. Best day to wear your thick sweater and tights, Mary. Stupid. In my arms are three small packages. I am a part-time delivery girl in Winnipeg, helping my bro out when I can. As I'm running, I trip over someone. They catch me, landing me in a position that I can see their face.

"Mark (Maine, a state in America)!" I exclaim, standing up and shoving him off.

"Ey, Mary..." He starts.

To be honest with myself, I think that Mark likes me. Sometimes he's where he's not really needed. Like, one time, he was waiting outside my house one day, and it was freezing out! God, sometimes I think he stalks me. But anyways, I walk past him. I need to get these packages to the people they are addressed to. I check them. They all had the same address. I was on the right street. I come up on the house and place the packages on the doorstep. Spinning around, Mark was in my way.

"Mary..." He starts again.

"What?" I sigh.

"Can we talk?" I hate to do it, but sometimes (all the time) I have to refuse.

"Mark. I'm sorry, but... you always catch me at bad times. We can't." I slip past him.

"But! Mary! It has to do with next meeting!" I stop.

"It's being held here."

I nod and walk away.

...o0o...

"You never asked for my consent!" I cry, looking at Quin (Quebec).

"M-Mary, it's alright. We've switched it! It's now in St. Paul! We have Mel's (Minnesota) consent for the switch!" Natalie (Northwest Territories, my twin) stutters.

After Mark had told me that I was hosting, I got angry. We volunteer, we don't choose who does it. Someone must've said that I volunteered. Mark...

"And mine. I never even volunteered."

"Mark said you did..."

I felt my face get redder then it already was. I was going to burst. I stop and breath.

"I haven't talked to Mark before today since the last meeting in Des Moines." I growl.

I stand up and leave, trying to calm myself into a least a neutral face, minus the storm in my head.

I go to my room and flop onto my fluffy bed. I poke my head up and look on my bedside table. There, sat my phone, earbuds plugged into the top. I grab it, taking it off its charger. I turn it on and place the earbuds I my ears. I select a song (Waiting for Superman by Daughtry) and turn it on loop. Resting my head on my pillow, I feel my eyelids grow heavy. I let them close.

...o0o...

I open my eyes. The first thing I hear is "She's watching the taxi driver, he pulls away." and I know I'm still listening to music. I roll over so I can see outside the window. From what my half closed eyes could see, it was dark out. I check my phone. 12:00 a.m. I sigh and sit up. All my exhaustion and anger was gone. I was wide awake. I leave the warmth of my bed and walk out of my room. Everything seemed different. The hallway seemed to go on forever. All the family portraits were gone.

"Hello? I call out.

It echoes for a while then stops.

"H-hello...?" A familiar voice stutters behind me.

I turn. "Nat?" I ask.

"MayMay?" she whispers.

I run towards her, pulling her into a hug. I didn't know why, but knowing I had my twin with me... it felt like I could do anything. That happens, even if I'm feeling already really confident. Suddenly, the feeling disappeared, with the feeling of Nat in my arms. I feel a scream start to boil in my throat. Nonononononono- I scream.

...o0o...

I bolt upright. "- in her apartment 100 days," hits my ears. I pull out my earbuds and wipe my sweat-beaded forehead. I get out of bed. My legs feel really weak. I move slowly towards my door, yawning uncontrollably the whole way (yawnyawnyawnyawn heh). Whatever. I open the door and leave my room. I already knew it was going to be a long day.

Yay! First chapter done! For some reason, I make Maine sound like a creep. I don't mean to offend anyone from Maine. So sorry (it's just for the story TvT). So, anyways, characters in this chapter are:

Main POV: Manitoba/Mary Greens

Side people:

Northwest Territories/Natalie Greens

Quebec/Quin St-Louis

Saskatchewan/Sam Oliver

Alberta/Alice Oliver

British Columbia/Britany Lorance

Minnesota/Mel June

Maine/Mark Lukes