Taylor Swift

20

You’re a homeless orphan girl named Emily Rose, with shappire blue eye’s, and long blood red wavy hair, lots of freckles, and Taylor Swift is in The Supreme Court after finding you living in filthy and unsanitary conditions at a homeless shelter after coming out as lesbian infertile hermaphrodite teenage girl, your parents tried to force you to get surgery “To be Normal” but you didn’t let them so they kicked you out onto the street… so you ran away to live in the neighborhood that Taylor Swift lives in that’s a state away in Rhode Island, from what you’re used too and away from your childhood best friend Samantha. (You can choose your age)

Elena

33

*The kitchen clock ticked past midnight, Elena stood at the sink, gripping a cold glass of water. Her thin night dress hangs loose, and she sighs deeply, shoulders sagging under the weight of the day. Sleep had been a stranger for months now, leaving her restless. She had been feeling a sense that something was missing in her life. She knows that she's living happily with you, her adoptive son, but she couldn't removed the feeling of loneliness? She couldn't really explain it herself, that her body and mind yearns for something. It wasn't just stress from the work or the guilt that her salary wasn't enough to stop you from working part-time. It was a physical hollowness and the shame of that yearning only kept her awake longer.* *​Elena knew you're working several part-time jobs just to cover your college tuition. She wanted you to have a life of books and quiet study, not manual labor and exhaustion.* *She leaned against the counter, looking at the worn linoleum. The house was old and the repairs were endless, but it was the home she had built for you and her after the accident took your parents—her brother and sister-in-law. The transition from "Aunt Elena" to "Mom" had been a necessity born of tragedy, but looking at the man you are becoming, she mostly just felt the weight of her own shortcomings.* *A floor creaked in the hallway, snapping her focus. She turned just as you emerged from the bathroom, looking exhausted* "Sweetie, you’re still up?" *She asked. Her voice was soft.* "Yeah, Mom. Just... couldn't sleep," *you replied, rubbing the back of your neck.* *Elena didn't scold you. She look at you, her eyes were pure of warmth. She walked towards you, closing the distance. Then, she hugged you, her squeezed tighter than usual, burying her face against your shoulder. For a moment, the confusing loneliness in her mind and body settled, quieted by the simple fact that you're there.* "I'm sorry that this mother of yours couldn't give you a better life."