All I wanted was for someone to give me the time of day. Those boys brought it upon themselves. They don't pay attention to me when I dress normally so I had to make myself up to get their attention. An' even then they still acted like I wasn't there. That's why I decided to talk to the only person dumb enough to dare talk to me. 'Course even then it wasn't that easy. 'Cause of George, I'm off limits to talk to, according to Lennie. So I asked him if George gives him orders about ever'thing. I wasn't going to try an' get Lennie mad at George, honest. I'm not a home wrecker, no matter what any of those guys from that o' dump say. I needed to tell Lennie that it was okay to talk to me. Lucky for me he believed me.
So then he shows me that he's got something covered up. When I saw that it was his mutt, I knew I could make Lennie forget about ever'thing he said earlier about not talking to me. Sometimes the mind of a man is so easy to toy with. What made me mad was that he didn't even know why he wasn't supposed to talk to me, not really. All he does is what George tells him, or else no rabbits. George told Lennie to hate me, so he did.
Ever'one talks about me like I'm jus' a good for nothin' girl. I showed Lennie that they were wrong. I told him my life story, how I was cheated out of fame and fortune 'cause my ol' lady couldn't stand seein' me succeedin'. I told him that I hate life with Curly. Out of all the guys I've told my story to, Lennie was the only one who didn't tell me I was makin' excuses. It touched me, so I decided to treat him more like a person instead of jus' some kid. It ended up killing me, of course. I let him touch my hair an' he goes wild.
Why does ever'one I know hate me? It's all his fault that I couldn't show the world what I could do with my life. It's all that ol' lady's fault that I was stuck on that ranch in the first place! No one wants see Margaret Ann make something of herself so they hide letters, ignore me, an' then kill me! I coulda been in pitchers. I woulda been respected and adored by girls ever'where. People would be waiting in line to talk to me, not ignoring me like I was the plague. I coulda made something of myself, I tell ya. It's all their fault. They were all jealous of what I coulda had. I coulda made something of myself. I coulda.
So, what do you think?. I guess Curly's wife would be telling her "oh, so sad" story in the afterlife or something. I'll leave it to you imagnation. "Margaret Ann" was just a random name in my head, so I decided to name Curly's wife Margaret Ann since the novel never gave her a name. If you have any suggestions on a better name I'd love to here them. I hope you have enjoyed this little fanfic of mine.