Something I wrote

Once upon a time, there was a girl who hated stories that began with ‘once upon a time’, and ended with ‘and they all lived happily ever after’. She never quite understood what, precisely, once upon a time meant. She presumed it meant something along the lines of ‘this story takes place at some unspecified point in time’. “Well, of course it takes place in time,” she would think to herself, “Where the hell else would it take place?” And, being a very sensible kind of girl, she knew that it was impossible for everyone to live happily ever after, and to insist otherwise was to tell an outright lie, and she could not abide by lying, for she had be raised to always tell the truth. “It would be much more accurate to end a story with ‘and the protagonists lived happily ever after, whereas the villain did not’,” she argued with herself, “Or even ‘the antagonist lived happily ever after and the protagonist suffered abominably.’”

This girl’s name was Scoot. Or at least that’s what she assumed her name was, because from a very early age, all she remembered was the people in the big house where her mother worked yelling “Scoot!” at her.



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I would really like to turn this into a story. I've already got some ideas, but I'm not sure exactly where to go with them.