04 | The Dream Map
𓇽 "𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚏𝚎" 𓇽
Aah sweet Dream Map.....
We enter the room. A large white glass table which could sit more than a hundred people stay in front of a gigantic whiteboard. Around the room there are thick prickly vines growing around illuminated white decorations. The walls are soft white with moving, visible, light beige stripes.
Carly and Joanne sit down next to each other on the end of the table, furthest away from the whiteboard. I walk over to the whiteboard, holding a controller in my left hand. Carly strokes her chin looking intrigued about this little get together but not as overly enthusiastic as Joanne is. Her elbows on the table as she has her face in her palms. Her ocean blue eyes showing a strong, bubbly and outgoing personality.
There is a flimsy, white cable sprouting from the corner of the glass table, attaching to a finger holder. An electric device used to showcase thoughts. I take the end of it and let the electric device chomp down on my index finger. I press a button on my controller with the other hand. The whiteboard showing a plan. Of course I haven't thought of this before, I programmed it to display what's currently on my mind. I grab a wand from the table as I clear my throat.
"I was thinking about how many ways we define ourselves. Names, " I count using my fingers. "Personality, academic rank, family, popularity, physically and mentally." I gulp nervously.
"However when we are born we first get sorted depending on our gender. Those gender norms or stereotypes we come face to face with in the future is all because of that one question when someone asks our mother 'Is it a girl or a boy?'.
I pause, looking at my two friends for a sign of encouragement or interest. Nothing. They are both sitting up straight with emotionless faces. Even Joanne seems a bit terrifying, like she has never screamed in her life. It's okay Quinn they probably are confused so keep talking, I resume my speech.
"With the answer to the question comes the thought of colours. Boys shall have blue while girls should stick to pink. Boys shall get roudy and play in mud while girls should be ladylike and play cabbage patch kids. Boys shall do whatever they want and have more freedom no matter the case, while girls should learn how to be a housewife and follow strict rules. Boys shall make fun of girls and hurt them, while girls should learn to live with that cause there's no way to change it. I- I don't care anymore!" I try to stay professional but I end up gaping like a depressed fish. After a few moments I puff out my chest as I dry my tears that I never knew where there, hoping just maybe I had done it.
"Deal with it they say. No not any more. You'll a great life. Living. With. Boys." I breath out stopping at every word. "No, there will not be any more boys when I'm done."
"Do you have a plan Quinn" I hear one of the two girls say. Yes.
"Yes" I mutter.
"Then...." They both stand up holding each others hands. Genuine smiles plastered onto their faces. "We will be delighted to hear it" No. They truly are my best friends.
I let out one of my own smiles, a small one but a true one.
"Did Quinn Silverstone just do the impossible?" Joanne sends a sarcastic shock of surprise as she places both her hand over her gaping mouth. Carly grins, her chin to her neck and forcibly taking a flap. I laugh barely able to maintain my composure. Soon my eyes start to water as I am sure I can fall down at any second.
"Oh you look ridiculous!" I advert. Her head falls backs as she gives off her own reverberating laugh making Joanne and I burst along.
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"We are all going to go Glastonbury Academy" I declare.
"You're adoptive brother's school?" Joanne slams her fists on the table. Thankfully it doesn't break easily.
"Ah no" I lie hiding it with a low sound at no. "Didn't I say he goes to St Giles?" Well done Quinn you are surely going to fool them this time.
"That's across the country, Quinn!" Joanne throws her hands up in bitterness.
"Don't lie Quinn, don't think we don't know your up to something Miss. Monkey" Carly taps at the side of her upturned nose. Wish she could stop saying that, it's getting annoying.
"Fine, he does go to that school but believe me I have good reason for us to go there" I sigh.
"Go on then, what is it?" Joanne asks.
"Don't ask Joanne you know what Quinn will say" Carly grumbles under her breath to Joanne.
"Thats for me to know and you to-" Joanne mocks using my words, placing one hand on her hip and the other gesturing finger movement. Hey my voice doesn't sound that low and firm!?
"Find out" I finish her sentence with a chuckle.
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Science Fiction*** / No. 94 own voices/ COMPLETED [UNDER REVIEW] #RoseAwards #TEA2020 Hello Fellow Readers, This is my first and own original story about a 15-year-old girl named Quinn. She is prone to others being assaulted and by that, it means she can't avoid i...
