Unfortunately for me, there is a good deal more of my original, “high
school” version of “Fairy Godmothers, Inc’ than what I had previously posted.
Because you are kind and I abandoned shame a long time ago (there was no longer
any room for it in my apartment), here’s another excerpt.
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Now that we had dealt with the dress, on to step two. I had to find out
if she could dance. Since it was more important in this society for girls to be
taught how to dance than how to read, I thought that I would have no problem. I
had no idea how I could have still thought that, given the rest of the night. I
was probably in denial.
So I asked the question, and got the answer I should have expected. She
broke down sobbing (an act that she would continue on and off for the rest of
the night). Then I proceeded to ask the very stupid question, “Didn’t your
father teach you?” That only made her bawl harder.
When she finally calmed down, she managed to get out, “He died in a
terrible cliché.”
“Don’t you mean accident?” I responded, unwilling to believe that bad
writing could kill someone (though there have been cases of William Shatler’s
books making people ill.)
*** Note from the author: Clearly, I meant William Shatner – yes, he
also writes – and I like to tell myself it was simply a typo. If it was a
genuine attempt to alter his name in some sort of parodic sense, I am
embarrassed for myself.***
“No, cliché,” she barely managed to respond. “He died in a carriage
accident while rushing home from his office, in the pouring rain, trying to
make it home for my eighth birthday party,” she responded, which started a
fresh round of tears. How does someone respond to that?
***It wasn’t until college, at least, that I realized how inelegant it
was to use the same word so close together. Three times in one paragraph,
though, is a little much even for high school me.***
***Though I have to admit, I do love the cliché line. I may have to
figure out a way to use it later.***
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