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Day 1 – Tasks and catastrophes…

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'Wake up Holly…Hol…come on…'

'Wah? Why…its 3 am in the morning…'

'No its 8 am…you have to get up for your challenge…'

'Argh…do I have to?'

'Yeeees…now come on…'

*snore*

'Holly!'

'Ugh…leave me alone…'

'I can't until you wake up…'

'Im not gonna wake up…'

'Holly…'

'Just leave me alone already!'

'Holly.'

'P*ss off!'

Liz's voice didn't respond as she quietly got up and exited the room. Michael stood with his clenched fist over his mouth waiting for Liz. She came out and shook her head. Michael sighed.

'Can you believe she cursed at me?'

'Yeah she did to me too, that girls got a potty mouth. She's already an hour late on her challenge time, she was supposed to be up at 7. I gave her an extra hour and she's still not up.' Liz motioned with her hands to emphasize her speech. 'That is so unladylike, sleeping in until all hours.' Liz said.

'Yeah well you had better not tell her that.'

'Why not?'

'Well she already me sexist yesterday.' Liz's mouth fell open in exaggerated disbelief.

'She did not!'

'Yeah she did…but it's okay Liz, I mean an opinion is an opinion right?'

'No, not an opinion like that! That's downright rude of her…and you still let her sleep in after that?'

'Well yeah…I don't like to hold grudges.' Michael said softly.

'Michael, don't be so silly. It's not holding a grudge; this girl needs to be dealt with, with a firm hand.' Liz said rolling up her dressing gown sleeves and walking down the corridor.

'No wait Liz! What are you going to do?'

'You'll see.' Liz said with a smile and walked into the bathroom. Michael peeked around the door as Liz rummaged through the draw. Soon she emerged with a little red sand bucket and she turned the water on. Michael's eyes grew wide as Liz filled it to about three quarter and marched back out again. He ran after her and grabbed her shoulder.

'Liz stop! Don't do that!'

'Why not?'

'She is so gonna hate us if you do this, she might just miss behave even more.'

'Or she might just listen', Liz said.

'Yeah bu-'

'uh-uh-uh Michael, no, this is our job remember, to rule with an iron fist.' Michael coiled back into his slumped position against the wall. He felt defeated as he foresaw the drama that was about to come.

'Ok Liz but just…be gentle…' Michael said and Liz nodded with approval. She then marched straight in and Michael began to mentally countdown. He got to three before the drama actually began.

'AAAAAAAAAH! WHAT THE F*CK?'

'Hey no profanities missy.'

'You just drenched me!'

'Well you wouldn't wake up, and it's time to go.'

'F*ck it! I'm not going! You're crazy!'

'Would you stop with the language already? And yes you are.'

'No I'm not, you can't physically make me!'

'Well just know that you're supposed to be cooking dinner for us all today and if you don't do it, you won't eat. The rest of us will order take out and you can sit and watch us.'

'As if! I'll call social services.'

'Oh try it honey!'

'ARGH!' he heard Holly scream and then heard heavy feet stomping towards him. The door flew open and Holly barged straight past him into the bathroom. He gaped at her sodden appearance and turned his head back to see Liz wiping her hands proudly.

'I told you Michael.' She said pinching his cheek and then strolling back to her room. Michael was left standing in the hall way shaking his head. He was already fully dressed so he wandered downstairs to see how Jacob, the one that actually got up on time, was doing. He heard plucking of his guitar string and then melodic sound of all his piano keys being pressed from the top note all the way down to the bottom.

He walked in the room to see Jacob sat on the piano bench. He stood at the door and watched Jacob prepare to play. And what a preparation it was. He cleared his throat, rolled his sleeves up, brushed his hair back, re-positioned himself on the bench, straightened his collar and sat up straight before finally letting both hands rest on the keys and playing a nursery version of happy birthday. Michael howled with laughter and Jacob almost jumped out of his skin.

'Oh m-Mr. Jackson…uh…good morning' he said as Michael struggled to stop his giggles completely. He got pretty close before breaking out into laughter again. Jacob looked worried as Michael walked over to him. Finally after a couple more minutes, Michael's laughter thinned out enough for him to form words.

'Happy…birthday? All…that…for…happy…birthday!' Jacob got the joke and then laughed half heartedly with I'm.

'Oh…yeah…'

'Wooh! Boy your funny, come on.' Michael went and sat down at the piano bench beckoning Jacob over. 'Imma show you how to play.' He said and Jacob went and joined him.

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'Like this right?'

'No, stir it for a little longer. The mixture has to be light and fluffy.' Holly rolled her eyes irritated as the cook showed her this and that. The cook was nice but Holly was still p*ssed from this morning. How dare Liz pour water on me? What right does she have? She thought. She always knew that there was no point holding a grudge if you weren't going to pay a person back for what they did to you but, after all… it was Elizabeth Taylor! She may as well drop it. Not that she ever cared how famous a person was, it's just that this show was going to be on TV and bound to create a lot of media attention so she wouldn't retaliate just yet…for Liz's sake… but that Michael! He was so full of himself, as he had shown yesterday. And trying to make it a joke like it's funny, I don't like sexism. He is sexist I don't care what anybody says. If he's so offended by the truth then that's his problem, not mine.

She was so trapped in her thoughts that she barely paid attention to what she was doing and before she knew it she was soon snapped out of her trance by the cooks yelp.

'No no no! It's everywhere.' Holly looked down to see only half the amount of mixture was left in the bowl; the rest was all over the floor. She jumped.

'Oh my gosh, I am so sorry!' she said and threw the bowl onto the counter, whizzing around to grab the tissue. She placed one sheet at a time onto the mess as if expecting it to magically absorb or something. This extracted worried looks from the cook.

'What are you doing?'

'I'm trying clean this mess up but these tissues don't work! See this is why you shouldn't by cheap absorbents, they are fake.' The cook took a step back before presenting Holly with a mop.

'Maybe this would work better?' asked the cook with a careful expression on her face. Holly looked at the mop and then down at the fabricated mess she had just created, embarrassed that using a mop probably is an obvious thing to do. She didn't know that…to tell the truth, she had never used a mop before in her life…she had never needed to… so to save herself from further embarrassment, she immediately got defensive and snappy.

'Fine you clean it then!' she said and the cook huffed.

'Oh no missy, you made this mess you're going to clean it.' Holly gulped as the cook threw the mop over to her. She was doomed to be embarrassed now. The camera was position right on her as she wondered how on earth she was meant to clean this up with long pieces of fabric on the end of a stick. She took a deep breath and stuck the mop right in the middle of the spilt mixture again, expecting it to absorb the mess.

'Like this?' holly asked.

The cook raised one eyebrow at her. 'Well first of all, the mop's dry, so that's not going to wash away anything, and second of all, you have to move the mop.' Holly felt her cheeks getting red as the cook was stating all the things that would probably have been obvious to any other person. She turned around to see two of the camera men whispering to each other and she guessed it was about her. The cook pointed to the bucket that Holly hadn't realized was for the mop, and came to help her. 'Look…like this…' she said but even though the cook was trying to be nice by showing Holly what to do Holly's embarrassment just mounted up.

'Oh f*ck it!' she shouted and stormed out of the room. Once she was out of the camera she let one tear fall as she ran upstairs to her room. She locked the door and unzipped her bag. She unfolded her special t-shirt that had her cigarettes and lighter rolled up inside and lit one up. She ran to the window like she did last night (before Mick came to interrupt her) and threw it open then blew all of her smoke outside. This helped her to relax, and relieved of some of her embarrassment. She hated when stuff like this happened. Everyone treats me like I'm stupid. Maybe I am. She thought and closed her eyes to enjoy her momentary high. She was abruptly halted by a soft knock on the door.

'Just a minute!' she said and blew the rest of her smoke out. She dabbed the cigarette out ont the brick wall outside and then pushed the cigarette into the crease of the window frame, where hopefully no one would ever find it. She went back to her bag and open her emergency pack of mint gum before rushing to open the door. The cooks face came into view and she rolled her eyes. 'Oh great, what do you want?' she asked as the cook stayed at the door.

'You haven't finished your challenge yet-'

'Oh who gives a crap?' she said harshly and went to sit on her bed.

'Come on Holly…it's okay if you didn't…know…'

'Yeah right! It's okay that I'm 16 years old and don't even know how to mop a floor!' she responded sarcastically.

'So what. I understand that you have never really had to do that before in your life, it's no big deal. But still come and finish the challenge.' Holly rolled her eyes.

'fine. I'll do the stupid challenge, but that's only because your forcing be and I'd probably get drenched again if I didn't.' The cook gave her a confused look. 'Oh forget it.' Holly said and walked out before the cook.

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Jacob sat and cried as he held the broken guitar string before him. Why? Why did I tighten the string so much? Michael would probably kill me if he saw this. I have to hide it! But where? He thought. He looked around, rolling the snapped string up in his hands. He stuffed it inside an antique pot and placed it perfectly back on the shelf. He gulped, looking at the not quite complete instrument. Who was he kidding? Michael was bound to notice sometime! But hopefully, he would be long gone by then.

He sighed and put the guitar back in its rightful place, the thing sure looked expensive too. Jacob had always been a fan of guitar but he didn't have the guts to ask Michael about teaching him that too, especially after what he had just done. He bit his nails and sat back on the bench.

Speak of the devil, he thought as Michael opened the door and came to see how he was getting on.

'Ha…ha…fine…' Jacob said sit biting his finger nails down, one by one.

'That's good to hear' Michael smiled. 'Oh and by the way its dinner time now.' Michael said. And Jacob got up clumsily tripping on his own feet. Hoping that Michael didn't find him at all suspicious. Michael gave him an odd look, but then again Michael did give him a lot of those. He followed him down to the dining room and they took their seat. They both sat in a weird kind of silence and Michael wandered what was wrong because usually by now Jacob was killing him with questions but he wasn't today. Soon Liz came in and sat with them. She sparked up conversation until the food arrived. Holly burst through the door and sat down stroppily. 'Hello Holly, how did the challenge go?' Michael asked politely but she didn't look up as she folded her arms.

'See for yourself…' she said and just then the cook came in with four plate full's of food, balanced on her two arms. She carefully set them down before each of them and then gave Holly a stern kind of look, which told Liz and Michael that they had both had a dispute of some kind. Michael looked away from them and down to what would have been a lovely roast dinner if it hadn't been for the thick layer of black on top, proving that somewhere along the day; someone had forgotten to check on the food. He stared down at it for a few more seconds and then along to Liz who shrugged. While Jacob complained on the other side of the table.

'Aww man! No way am I eating that!' Jacob said. Michael looked over at Holly why was looking at the ground. He decided to try and comfort her.

'Oh I see…it's not that bad Holly…I mean we ca-'

'Oh zip it already silver tongue.' She said and Michael snapped his head back at her outburst. Liz interrupted.

'Excuse me young lady, but you are not going to sit there and disrespect Michael like that.'

'Well fine, I'll stand.' Holly said moving to leave out of the door.

'Oh no madam! You had better sit down!'

'Or what?' she shouted back.

'Come on Holly man, just sit…' Jacob said but Holly ignored him.

'Sit down.' Liz ordered and Holly rolled her eyes.

'What am I your pet?'

'No but your acting like my child!'

'Oh whatever…' she said and turned to walk out but looked over her shoulder. 'Enjoy…and please, don't choke.' She said sarcastically and Michael stood up.

'Girl sit down and stop being so rude.'

'Oh and what are you gonna do? Dance me to death?'

'Just sit down and be quite, why all the back talk? There's no reason to be upset over the food I mean we can sort it out'

'I don't want it sorted!'

'Girl, just sit down!' Michael said raising his voice but Holly just laughed, ignorantly.

'Okay okay keep your briefs on…' she said and slunk back into a random chair opposite Michael. Every aspect of her body language spelled attitude and Michael placed both hand on the table.

'Girl, that's a real ugly attitude you've got there…' he said lowering his voice.

'Boy, that's a real ugly shirt you've got there.' She said mocking him with a smug grin; she was so up for challenging him. He narrowed his eyes at her and then sat down.

'Holly go to your room.'

'I would but I'm not at home'

'Then go to the room I have assigned you to!' Michael said getting all the more irritated with every smart mouth sentence she threw back at him.

'Fine that's what I was trying to do in the first place.' She said and slid right back out of the room again. Michael sat, clearly vexed. He waited a few minutes before saying.

'Jacob you gonna eat that?'

'Nope.' He said.

'Then would you mind excusing us too?'

'Not at all.' He said and then he too left the room leaving Liz and Michael together. Michael didn't speak as he slouched backwards with folded arms across his stomach.

'I know Michael…I know…' Liz started out; they knew each other so well that these days they didn't need to speak.

'but why? Why do teens…does she find it necessary to act like that? I mean I would never be able to talk to my parents like that, and I would never want to…but she…'

'I know Michael'

'it's just upsetting to see behavior like that…in any person.'

'Yeah I know, come on, we had better order take out.' Michael looked down at the charred food and then back up at Liz.

'Why? Don't you like burnt bits?' he asked trying to make a joke.

'No, not if that's all I'm eating.' Liz said and went to the phone.

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Later that day, Liz called Jacob down for dinner as she set out the ordered pizza. Michael grabbed a plate and then looked around.

'Where's Holly?' he asked and Liz turned to him.

'She won't be getting any pizza today, she misbehaved.' Michael knitted his eyebrows together and gaped sadly.

'What? …but, she'll starve Liz…'

'Michael, its one night I'm sure she'll survive.'

'Bu-but can't she have just a little bit? This isn't fair…'

'That's the point Michael. Its punishment for earlier.'

'But it's cruel…'

'Then so be it…' Liz said. 'Michael you really need to toughen up. Shell never learn anything if you don't practice discipline.' She warned and Michael was about to speak again but she put her hand up. He dropped the subject and sat down to eat.

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Michael had waited until everyone had gone to sleep before sneaking back into the kitchen and grabbing the slice of pizza that he had secretly saved in the fridge. He heated it up, put it on a plate and then carried it upstairs. He was strictly against food upstairs but he decided t let this one time slip seeing as he made the rules so only he could break them. He quietly opened the door and crept across the room. Silently he placed the plate on Holly's bedside and then sneaked back to the door.

'Thanks Jake…' she said. She had gotten the person wrong due to lack of light in the room but Michael just shrugged. Besides, what was a good deed if not done anonymously? He walked out and shut the door behind him.

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Coming up…

*'what are you doing! Come on, the jokes gone too far now'

'Will you stop being so uptight already? I wonder what the code is on this thing anyway…sh*T sh*t sh*T sh*t sh*T! Oh f*ck no!'

*'I know…I'm sorry…'

'No girl I'm sorry! I'm gonna have to search your bags…'

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