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Melony Coasts was by all standards a very attractive women. Two births, although one admittedly was c-section, and the subsequent sixteen years of motherhood did little to diminish Melony’s radiant beauty nor dampen her lively personality.
Melony’s children her 16-year-old son Eric, and her 14-year-old daughter Sophia were the fortunate product’s of two very enviable sets of genes. Naturally, the Coasts were popular around the neighborhood. Then one day the enterprising and chronically bored Melony developed the idea of transforming her charismatic family into a lucrative YouTube series.
Melony’s optimism was not misplaced. The family was an instant internet sensation, and soon they were drawing audiences of millions. Merchandise sales and fan donations came flooding in for the already relatively wealthy Coasts.
Like more conventional television shows fans usually had a favorite star of the show. A considerable portion of the viewership was drawn in by Melony’s low cut shirts and form-fitting pants, but those were just “casual viewers.” The bulk of the dedicated fan base were pre-pubescent girls infatuated with Eric.
The metrics were not lost on Melony, the family’s matriarch and executive producer. More and more family life was focused on her teenage son. As far as Melony was concerned Eric was going through a standard angsty phase of his adolescence. The adventurous, outgoing boy had been replaced by a withdrawn and melancholy teenager. Of course, this had to be temporary. Melony was sure her son appreciated the notoriety. She had been very popular at his age but not internationally famous!
None of it had really been a problem though until Eric started becoming resistant to playing his part in the Coasts. He’d refuse to be filmed and often wouldn’t come home after school, so Melony would have no footage of him for the day’s episode. This was putting Melony the mother and the producer into a predicament, however, being such a positive and solution-oriented person she devised a way to get the job done.
A “special episode” of Coasting was announced. It was going to be broadcasted live from Melony’s new camera headband, and it was going to feature a segment on the very relatable difficulties of getting a teenage boy out of bed in the morning.
At 5:50 AM Pacific time Melony was checking her makeup and examining her cleavage. By 5:58 she was convinced they were camera ready by 6 she was live. The camera was wrapped around her head, so she looked into the mirror to address the thousands of pre-teen girls watching in the hopes of catching a glimpse of Eric in what he wore to bed.
“Good morning! I hope everyone's ready to coast today!” Melony said with a full ivory white smile.
“This is a special episode because today we’re going to try and get Eric out of bed. Now I know those of you with teenage boys at home know just how hard that can be! But I got a secret weapon!” Melony grinned mischievously and help up an airhorn.
She tiptoed through the hallways until she came to Eric’s door. She knocked gently. Waited a few seconds the opened the door a crack.
“Eric are you awake?” she asked softly.
There was no reply. Melony gently pushed the door open. Eric’s bed was on the far wall, and his form was visible through the covers.
“Alright, is everyone ready?” Melony asked the unseen audience.
She crept over to the bed and gently sat next to Eric. She held up the horn and counted down,
“3”
“2”
“1”
Melony pressed the button, and the horn blared, but the covers did not stir. She pushed the horn again still nothing.
“Eric?”
She pulled down the covers revealing a head of messy black hair. His head was turned away from her.
 “Eric?” repeated Melony.
She gripped Eric’s shoulder and his body over. His half-open eyes were like colorless marbles, and his cheeks waxy and blue. That was when the gun twisting screams of a mother reverberated from millions of electronic devices around the globe, and thousands of parents found themselves confronted with their children's questions about suicide.

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