'On April 6th, 1998, the world turned upside down and inside out, and I was born screaming, in America. It was the tail end of the American Dream. The window of great promises and youth had just closed shut. My mom always said, 'La putain d'herbe est toujours plus verte ailleurs!' She had always regretted marrying my dad and emigrating. I only ever know about Lyon, France from an atlas. And so when they split, that was how I ended up Glenberry county. Too late, I figure - but I was told, when I grew up, I could be anything I wanted: an actress, a doctor, a star - even a madame President, it seemed - and, something which stuck with me, something new called an "astronaut." But like many kids growing up on a steady diet of cartoons, I always wanted to be the superheroine: that lone voice in the urban wilderness fighting corruption and evil wherever I found it, and standing for freedom, truth and justice. And in my heart of hearts, I still track the remnants of that dream wherever I go, in my never-ending ride into the setting sun.'

"Well… what'd ya think?" Audrey asked.

You put down the paper she wrote for the literature assignment.

"It's not bad. Really. For a reflective essay, I like it, it's poetic."

Audrey blushed a little.

"You think?"

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