In a house in the town of Piedmont, there lived an ordinary family. And this ordinary family consisted of a husband and wife, and their perfect five-year-old son Marcus Pines. They also had a daughter, but she wasn't that important. After all, she was born flawed, and why would a perfect family need someone flawed in the family?
On one particular evening, Marcus was eating dinner with his family when he thought about his twin sister. "Hey mom, dad, I have a question," he said.
"Go ahead, Marcus," Mr. Pines said. "Ask away."
"How come my sister doesn't have a name?" Marcus asked.
"Oh, sweetie, there's no need for you to be concern about that," Mrs. Pines said. "Your sister is more like a pet to us."
"But that still doesn't mean she can't have a name," Marcus said.
"Listen to your mother," Mr. Pines said. "There's no need for you to think about the freak."
And so, Marcus resumed eating dinner with his parents in silence, still thinking about his sister.
After dinner, Marcus headed over to his sister's room. You see, there had always been a stark contrast between the two siblings. Marcus always dressed in various shades of pink, something his parents didn't mind. His sister, on the other hand, was a total tomboy, preferring to wear clothes a typical boy her age would wear. This contrast was shown in their rooms as well. Marcus had a full room with a nice bed and toys, while his sister's room was mostly blank with a bland bed (which was very uncomfortable to sleep on), a ratty pillow, and a holy blanket.
When Marcus arrived at his sister's bedroom, he knocked on the door. "Leave me alone!" a high-pitched princess-like voice cried out.
"Relax sis," Marcus said. "It's me, Marcus. Mom and dad are in the living room."
The door opened, revealing a five-year-old girl. She was wearing boy's clothes and she had long, messy hair with no bangs. What made her stand out was a Big Dipper-shaped birthmark on her forehead. "What do you want?" she asked.
"I was talking to our parents about you not having a name," Marcus answered, entering his sister's room. "They said you don't have one bec-"
"Because I'm more like a pet to them," the girl interrupted. "I know. They keep reminding me. Why are you concerned about me not having a name?"
"I want to fix that," Marcus answered. "I want to give you a name. We're going to start school tomorrow, and I want my sister to have an official name. So what kind of name do you want?"
"I really want to be named Tyra..." the girl said.
"There you go!" Marcus said. "Tyra it is!"
"...but I don't think it's really me," the girl continued. "I want a name that makes me special."
"There are tons of special names!" Marcus said. "There's Elizabeth, Lilly, Allie, Ella, Dana-"
"That's perfect!" the girl said.
"What is?" Marcus asked.
"Dana!" the girl said. "It sounds like a smart-person name, and I feel like a smart person."
"Okay," Marcus said. He picked up a pencil from the girl's sketching supplies and waved it around like a wand. "By the power of magic-naming magic, I hereby declare you to be officially named Dana!" He gently tapped his sister's head with the pencil.
Ever since then, Marcus called his sister 'Dana'. However, Mr. and Mrs. Pines refused to call her by that name. Worse, on the first day of school, Dana was given the horrible nickname 'Dipper' because of her birthmark, and it stuck. But it didn't matter, because as long as Marcus kept calling her 'Dana', she was a perfectly happy young girl.
The End