Kathy and I squeezed in between Sophia and Ava, and the four of us had our eyes glued on one of the many screens. Mary Sue was on a talk show and sitting in a chair. There was an empty chair to the right of her, and the host was black. Remember that she is black. It will come into play.

I was wondering how Sophia knew that Mary Sue had a gun when I spotted the handle of the gun that was sticking out of Mary Sue's pocket. How the heck did not one real worlder notice that she had a gun on her? Does the show not have bodyguards?

"She is so going to murder an audience member," Ava whispered to me.

"You do not have to tell me that!" I hissed. I felt a lump in my throat and swallowed it. "I am afraid that she will kill any real worlder."

"Welcome back to the show!" the host exclaimed happily. She was at her desk and talking in a microphone that was on the desk. "Today, we have two guests with us. Our first guest will be special and quite unexpected. Please welcome Mary Sue...what is your last name?"

"It is Sue," Mary Sue spoke.

"Mary Sue...Sue?"

"No. Just Mary Sue. Mary is my first name, and Sue is my last name."

"Ah. Thank you for the clarification, Mary Sue. Not the first name that I would have chosen."

"The term 'Mary Sue' is what you call a fictional character when he or she can do no wrong. My name is Mary Sue because I am perfect. I am much better than all of you real worlders combined."

The host coughed. "Um...when you use the phrase 'real worders,' are you referring to me and my audience?"

"Heck, yes. Not only you guys, but every single real worlder."

Oh my gosh. I was hating this. I clenched my teeth and massaged my forehead. I am deeply sorry, real worlders.

"This show will be interesting," the host stated to her audience. She cleared her throat. "Why do you not tell us a little about yourself, Mary Sue, considering that you are not a celebrity."

"Why, I would be more than delighted to. Before I begin, I just want to rub it in to you real worlders that I would rather be loved than be famous and not receive any privacy. I am glad that I am no longer blinded by the truth."

Oh, she is no longer blinded by the truth. I was being sarcastic.

Mary Sue chatted about her whole life and kept it pretty short. She talked about how she had no choice but to live with her father and never knew her biological mother. Her dad was not abusive to her mentally or physically. He just was not in the correct state to take care of her. I knew that. He hardly fed her, and when he did, it was very little.

To give you some backstory on her father, Dr. Frost used to work at the Forlot hospital as a five-star surgeon until he was fired. I am not sure who fired him, but what I do know is that he slowly lost his train of thought after he lost his job. It is a mystery where he is exactly. Some people claim that he is still alive and kidnapping innocent folks and operating on them until they die on the table.

Crazy man, is he not? One of the factors that played a part in his daughter's upbringing.

The rest of Mary Sue's explanation was talking bad - no, awful - about the real worlders. How evil they were and how they did not deserve to exist. Not my words. Mary Sue's.

The host was speechless. So was her audience. As for me, I kept apologizing to the Lord on behalf of Mary Sue and prayed that she would shut up.

"Oh...oh," the host said, finally finding her voice. "All of that was...something. I would not have chosen those particular words, but..."

"I can sing," Mary Sue quickly said.

"Oh, really?"

"Yep. As a matter of fact, I would like to share my beautiful voice and my song to you and your fans. Please?"

The host was deciding whether or not she should allow it. "Well...I guess that a nice song will not hurt."

"Yay!"

A wide stage behind the host's desk had drums and other instruments ready to be used. Three microphones that were hooked up were at the front of the stage and lined up, and Mary Sue climbed up on the stage and took the middle microphone. She tapped on the microphone.

"Testing. One, two, three. Oh, good. It is working." She rocked back and forth on her heels. "Real worlders. This one is for you!"

She sang...terribly. Kathy, Ava, Sophia, and I had to cover our ears.

"You real worlders,
Think that you are good,
And right,
And loving,
Guess what?,
You are wrong!

You real worlders,
Think that you are amazing,
But no,
You are wrong,
I only wish,
That it was not true.

I want to like you,
I really do,
I want to love you,
'Cause you should,
Love your neighbors,
No matter if they have bad taste.

If you favor politics,
I cannot look past that,
If you prefer Mary Sues,
Over interesting males,
That are white,
Like Caleb.

I cannot believe,
That I am saying this,
If you do not like blacks,
You are racists,
If you do not like whites,
You are racists.

If you cannot respect,
My beliefs, Christian beliefs,
Well then,
You have proved my point,
Real worlders discriminate,
And are no fun.

Why can you not,
Get along?,
Is that too hard?,
Absolutely so,
Whites and blacks,
Blacks and whites.

You are racists,
Get that through your head,
You are not evolving,
It is quite the opposite!"

Gosh. Real worlders, I am so sorry.