a curly haired girl adopts a cat, called dasher, she works as a seamstress, her favourite dresses to do are wedding dresses, she hopes she'll get to marry her boyfriend (who works at his parent's liquor store, and is still a douche) someday, and hopefully they'll be happy forever together, and hopefully her cat will stay around a little longer this time.
a girl with a short afro buys a small apartment with her boyfriend, she worked at a hair salon, keeping up with the towns gossip, and keeping her friend's boyfriends in line, whilst her own boyfriend worked in an office. the two still faced racism, but it seemed to be lessening, and besides, she would put anyone in their place who dared insult either of them.
an ex-cheerleader is already married, and he is already getting fat- the husband that is, the post wedding fall off seemed to be happening a lot more quickly than how she used to joke about it with her friends. he works a lot, so she doesn't have to see him all the time, which to some extent is great. but she shouldn't complain, right? it's the american dream, after all.
a boy with black hair and beady blue eyes moves into tennessee, it seems fun here, no one knows the bad reputation of the 'munson' name, and his girlfriend came with him, she's enjoying the hippie movement, she tries to forget what she left in her hometown, as he becomes more erratic.
a boy with daddy issues fights a war. he's cold and shaking, hearing the explosions around him, he sits in the muddy hideaways, in solitude at his post. he pulls out a picture of a smiling brunette girl from his inside pocket, she's stood beside him in the image, both wearing bob's stupid D.A.D machine. was he no longer a screw up?
a brunette girl with an asshole boyfriend works two jobs, she writes her own plays now, ones that will never be read. she scribbles the ideas on the backs of napkins, hiding the thoughts, plays about a boy and girl in love, who could never be together, separated.
a short boy misses his sister, he keeps up his radio show, playing a different song she liked at 8:30 every morning, that's when she'd usually interrupt his show, his father's gone too. he's all alone.
a boy sits alone in a laboratory, it's cold and unforgiving, numbers etched painfully on his wrist, he has no friends here, not even the spiders can love him anymore, he's no longer a person. no, he's simply a weapon.
somewhere in las vegas, she sits alone, doing her makeup as the show begins to start, faint jazz above her head, as she stares into the mirror, applying a deep red lipstick, she wonders about her classmates, before the lights start to flicker.
some things will never change.
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