One word can make a world of difference. Two letters can change your life.
Can we ever see what else could have happened, if you just went along
instead of speaking your mind?
Chapter 1: Flashback
"And then Stacie will ask Ryan to the prom," five-year-old Lana explained, her blonde pony-tale bobbing up and down.
"What about him?" asked little Mia, also five, lifting up a male doll in an orange shirt.
"That's Josh. He'll ask Lana to the prom." She held up a blonde doll in a green dress to Mia.
"What about Mia?" the brunette little girl asked. Her doll was wearing a white shirt and pink skirt.
"Mia can go with...Chad Smith! He's Josh's best friend." It was true. Chad was the second cutest kindergartner.
"No," Mia said, holding a brown-haired Ken doll. "I'll go with Michael Moscozits."
"You can't go to the prom with a 3rd grader! Go home, Mia!" Lana shouted. "Go home!"
Saturday, the Loft, 3:17 am
I had this really weird dream. More like a flashback, really. It was when I was five. Nine years ago. I was friends with Lana back then. We were playing barbies, you know, back before I was intoduced to how sexist it was. Our dolls were going to prom, and I said I wanted to go with Michael, instead of Chad Smith. Lana and I haven't been friends since...
Chapter 1: Flashback
"And then Stacie will ask Ryan to the prom," five-year-old Lana explained, her blonde pony-tale bobbing up and down.
"What about him?" asked little Mia, also five, lifting up a male doll in an orange shirt.
"That's Josh. He'll ask Lana to the prom." She held up a blonde doll in a green dress to Mia.
"What about Mia?" the brunette little girl asked. Her doll was wearing a white shirt and pink skirt.
"Mia can go with...Chad Smith! He's Josh's best friend." It was true. Chad was the second cutest kindergartner.
"No," Mia said, holding a brown-haired Ken doll. "I'll go with Michael Moscozits."
"You can't go to the prom with a 3rd grader! Go home, Mia!" Lana shouted. "Go home!"
Saturday, the Loft, 3:17 am
I had this really weird dream. More like a flashback, really. It was when I was five. Nine years ago. I was friends with Lana back then. We were playing barbies, you know, back before I was intoduced to how sexist it was. Our dolls were going to prom, and I said I wanted to go with Michael, instead of Chad Smith. Lana and I haven't been friends since...