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Esme has a minion!

Minion the Funky

Esme

The

Galactic Donadak
Owner:

Age: 2 years, 7 months, 2 weeks

Born: October 5th, 2010

Adopted: 2 years, 6 months, 1 week ago

Adopted: November 12th, 2010

Pet Spotlight Winner
June 16th, 2011

Statistics

Level: 4
Strength: 10
Defense: 14
Speed: 10
Health: 10
HP: 10/10
Intelligence: 0
Books Read: 0
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Unemployed

XIX. THE SUN

Hey there to my future self
If you forget how to smile
I have this to tell you
Remember it once in a while

Ten years ago your past self
Prayed for your happiness
Please don't lose hope

A Clockwork Little Happiness
Every morning Esme wakes to the droning call of her alarm clock at exactly eight AM. She slips on her bath robe before making both sides of her feather bed, checking to make sure each corner of the quilt is pulled tightly over the mattress. Then follows a brief trip to the kitchen, where she fixes her cats' morning meals and brews a fresh cup of coffee. She showers, taking extra care to close her eyes as she washes the most abhorrent part of her body, the one reminder that she will never be like the women she envies.

When she is done she talks herself up in the mirror, speaking words of encouragement she has never heard from anyone else. She checks her figure and examines her breasts. They are petite, barely a full cup, but Esme thinks they are perfect. She thinks they are the best part of her body. She covets them, feeling as though no other woman could understand quite how wonderful they are.

Every day Esme arrives at work with a knotted stomach and a coquettish smile on her ruby lips. She lets them tease and fray her hair and waits for her body to take the same treatment. She keeps her eyes down at all times, and pretends the flash of the camera is the scoop of a runway lamp, introducing her to the world. She shuts out the jeering of her coworkers, and replaces the lascivious sound with deafening music and cheers of exaltation.

Every day Esme keeps her mind from wandering into the darkness she has fought so hard to keep at odds. She tries not to wonder what her life would have been like had she been born perfect like her two older sisters. She tries not to consider the career she would otherwise be flourishing in, with her long legs and poise, did the world not consider her a liar. She tries not to imagine the men viewing her on their computer screens, considering her nothing more than an object, an oddity, their own dirty little secret.

Every day Esme greets the world with a smile, and prepares herself for the long road to acceptance. She is the sun, and will not set until she is ready to greet the moon.

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