“How does it end?” She glanced up at me, her glasses revealing the freckles around her eyes.
“How does what end?”
“This.” She expanded her hands looking around the classroom. “My story.”
“Well…that is the thing about it being your story Serenity, you are the author.” I looked down at her with a smile placing my hands in my pockets.
“How about this?” She placed her finger at her chin to think. “A daughter of a whore grows up to be one herself.” I slowly took my hands out of my pockets. “Fucks the football team and makes a pass at the Professor.” She added.
“Stop it Serenity” I whispered and looked at her in disbelief and shock.
She continued “Then she gets hooked on drugs and ends her life.”
“I said STOP!” Professor Johnson demanded as his voice grew deeper.
“Or what?!? You just said it was my story.” She exclaimed. “They feed us these fairy tale endings as children only for us to grow up to find out that there are no happy endings!”
“You can always make one.” Her eyebrows slightly raised as I stated. “You want a happy ending, write one. It doesn’t have to end in tragedy. Nobody said your story is Shakespearan.”