Margaret (Maggie) 'Massachusetts' Jones hated her life, even though it was the very first weekend in March that wasn't below 40 degrees Fahrenheit and rainy. No, actually, it was the exact opposite of that. It was the most beautiful day she'd seen in a long time. With winter just ending, spring couldn't come fast enough. But of course, she couldn't enjoy any of it because of…..him.

'He' was Arthur Kirkland, the bane of her existence, and also the reason for it. If he hadn't changed his laws concerning the Church and religious tolerance, then the Puritans of England would have never had been forced to move across the Atlantic and settle in Plymouth in 1620. And then, she had to go and fall for him. She loved him, until he stabbed her in the back. All those stupid new taxes, acts, and then attacking innocent citizens, and she had had enough! And that was when she cracked. All of his precious tea went riiight into the Harbor, and they were no more. But did she ever forget what they had had? No. And now, after trying so hard to forget, her stupid little brother Alfred had to go and drag him to her house when he knew full well that you do not put Massachusetts and England in the same room at the same time, no matter how many other people are there. So now, Maggie hated her life. And this is where it all began to go downhill today…

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Maggie woke up early this morning, at 6:15 am, even though it was a Saturday. First of all, Maggie rarely ever got up before 8 on a regular day, so this was not acceptable to her. Secondly, it was a freaking SATURDAY, when Maggie usually slept in until 12 or 1 pm.

Figuring that she wouldn't be able to fall back to sleep anyways, Maggie decided to get up. When she eventually did, the first thing she noticed was that it was actually warm in her room. Deciding that the heat must have gone kaput again, she checked the boiler and heating system of the house. Oddly, everything was fine there, but it still felt weirdly warm everywhere. Ruling out the heating, she decided to check her own temperature, but that, too, was in perfect condition at 98.6 degrees Fahrenheit.

No…no way…not this early…it's only March 13th…but there's no other cause that I can think of…

Oh, but her third attempt to figure out this conundrum was right: the weather outside was absolutely gorgeous. It was only 7am, and already the temperature had climbed to nearly 55 degrees outside! No wonder it felt warm! It was warm!

Jumping up and down and dancing like she'd never danced before, Maggie shrieked: "YEEEEEEEEEEEEEES!!!! WOO HOO!!!! YEAH!!!! SPRINGTIME!!!!"

*Riiiiiiing* *Riiiiiiing* *RIIIIIIING*

"BOO YEA-huh? Who the hell is calling me at…7:15 IN THE MORNING?!? Geez. If that's New York, she is soooooo dead at the meeting tomorrow."

Looking at the caller id, the Maggie read:

Dept. of Soc. Svcs.

871-4376

Alfred…you're a dead man.

"WHAT?"

"MAGGS! GUESS WHAT?"

"What the hell are you calling me at fucking 7:15 in the morning for?!?!"

"I gotta tell you something really really reeeeeally important~!!"

"What's more important than sleep on a Saturday morning?"

"Getting ready for visitors who are going to be at your house in fifteen minutes."

"WHAT?!?!?!"

"So I suggest you clean up a bit before we get there."

"WE? WHO'S 'WE'? ALFRED F JONES, YOU-"

"Oh, Mags, I gotta go now! We're landing now. Bye!"

"ALF-"

*click*

"….Well fuck."

And that was only the beginning…