VIGNETTE: SHE HATES HER DREAMS
Most girls dream of happy things. Of white-picket fences. Of ponies. Of roses. Of grandiose and elaborate gowns. Of crowns. Of star-lit skies and butterflies. Not Tandy. She never had such dreams.
She dreamed of a better world. She dreamed of being part of making the world a better place. She dreamed of making a difference in the country she lived in. Of the reminding the close-minded religious leaders who seem more occupied with finding ways to influence the government of what their roles are. Of walking the streets and making them safer. Of walking into the senate and reminding them all why they were given their posts. Of going to the government and ridding it of the corruption that exists.
And she hates her dreams.
She hates them more than the corruption that does exist in the government. More than the self-serving Senators and the politicking-addicted Cronies. More than the drug peddlers, than the bribe-receiving policemen, than the wished-i-were-in-government preachers and religious leaders. More than all the things already wrong with the country and the world she lived in.
She hates her dreams.
They're just too damn bloody.
And she never liked the idea of using guns and explosives.
Andre Mischa Cleofe
Cathy delos Santos