Hello Blogfam and welcome.
I’d like to introduce Dree Sanders. Dree is a supporting character in this story. She has graciously allowed me to pick her brain and to share her with you all. Welcome Dree.
Me: You look mad.
Dree: I’m not mad. But I don’t think I appreciate the supporting character part of your introduction.
Me: But you are a supporting character. You’re not the main character so …
Me: Okay. *swallows nervously* So tell us about your relationship with Maya.
Dree: I don’t have a relationship with Maya.
Me: *nervous laugh* Wow. This interview is going great. Are you saying you’re an enemy of Maya’s?
Dree: I wouldn’t say enemy, per se …
Dree: *sigh* I guess we’re more like frenemies …
Me: Why is that? What happens?
Dree: *gives her a condescending look* Pretty sure I can not contractually answer that question.
Me: *shrugs* Maybe not. Okay, do you hate Maya?
Dree: I don’t feel anything for Maya. She’s my competitor. But … *big sigh* I guess I admire her, too. If you tell her I said that, I will stab you.
Me: She’s kidding Blogfam … she wouldn’t really stab me. *tilts head* Would you?
Me: How did you and Maya meet?
Dree: I actually kicked her ass.
Me: *blinks* You … that’s how you met??
Me: Like, *nervous laugh* did you jump her in an alley? I don’t understand.
Dree: No. God, *rolls eyes* In kick boxing.
Me: Oh, of course. So that’s how you two met?
Dree: Pretty sure I just said that.
Me: Geez Dree, no reason to be a bi … difficult.
Dree: *smirks* It was easy to kick her ass. She’s not very good at kickboxing.
Me: I see. Let’s switch it up. Do you have a boyfriend?
Dree: That’s personal.
Me: *waits for an answer*
Dree: *sighs* Fine. Yes .. and no.
Me: Oh my God, Dree! It’s like pulling teeth to talk to you! You’re the who agreed to this interview.
Dree: Actually, no I didn’t. You forced me to ..
Me: *holds up a hand* Stop. Just stop. The purpose of this interview is to introduce you to the Blogfam as well as give me an idea of who and what you are. I have to say, I’m not exactly a fan of you right now.
Me: *takes a calming breath* Look. Just tell us your role in this story.
Dree: I keep everyone from killing each other.
Me: Do people turn on each other?? I don’t remember that being part of the plan!
Dree: What do you mean part of the plan? You don’t even know what the plan is yet! You haven’t written the story yet.
Me: But the little I’ve planned out in my head does not say my characters kill each other.
Dree: You’re forgetting one little fact.
Dree: There is a whole lot about this story you don’t know yet. How do you know what happens in the middle? Answer, you don’t. What if I go on a killing spree?
Me: Then I guess I’ll have Maya take you out.
Dree: *snorts* That princess? I’d like to see you try!
Me: Are you threatening me, Dree?
Dree: You started it.
Me: *takes a calming breath* Okay … this is getting weird. Let’s move … wait, you never answered the question about having a boyfriend? *consults transcript* Wait. You answered it .. sort of.
Dree: *dramatic sigh* You’re annoying.
Dree: *cracks a smile in spite of herself* Touché.
Dree: What makes you think I have a crush on a boy?
Me: *slow blink* You’re a lesbian?
Me: I mean … if that’s what you’re in to, I’m not judging. Not to mention, I really don’t care but …
Dree: *laughs* I’m not into girls … though there are a few characters in your story I would do if I swung that way.
Me: Gah. This conversation just gets more and more strange. *clears throat* What are some things you like to participate in?
Dree: S & M, kinky exhibitionist stuff.
Dree: *loud laugh*
Me: Will you please be serious. I’m trying to get to know you here and you’re doing your best to keep me at arm’s length.
Dree: I don’t get close to people.
Me: Oh, why is that?
Me: No. You don’t get to not answer that. Spill the tea.
Dree: *gives it some thought* Because people suck.
Me: Meaning …?
Dree: People are constant disappointments. I can’t count on anyone, ever. I can only count on myself.
Me: Sounds like you’ve been let down in your life.
Dree: You could say that.
Me: Tell me about your home life?
Dree: What home life?
Me: What are your parents like?
Dree: I have no idea.
Me: You’re not close to your parents?
Dree: I don’t have parents.
Me: Dree, come on. Someone impregnated your mother so that you could be born. You didn’t just appear out of thin air.
Dree: Sometimes I wish I had.
Me: Bad people?
Dree: You could say that.
Me: Do you have any contact with them?
Dree: God no.
Me: When did you move out?
Dree: I didn’t. They kicked us out.
Dree: *bites her lip* My little brother.
Me: *raises eyebrows* I didn’t know you had a brother.
Dree: I don’t.
Me: *exasperated chuckle* Dree! You just said …
Dree: We both came from foster care. We actually ended up in the same shitty household and we both picked up our shit and left when things got too intense. We’re not really family, but we’ve been through some stuff so … we’re close.
Me: Does he make an appearance in the story?
Me: Hmmm. So you’ve never felt like finding your true parents?