pratt writing ‘24
writer and enjoyer of fiction
- V+ Fiction Award Winner
LibelluleV+ Fiction Award Winner
You’ve always been a dancer. You started when you were three. It was your mother’s idea. She’d always wanted to dance when she was little, but her asshole of a father never let her. Realize she’s been living vicariously through you this whole time, that she still tries to, but you’re too different now. She doesn’t recognize you. It’s a weird feeling.
Girls Rule, Boys Drool
“When I grow up, I’m gonna marry Justin Bieber!” “No fair! I want Justin!” “You already have Zayn!” I sat quietly on the soccer field as my friends talked over one another. This was a daily occurrence. We’d get our lunches, find the shady spot under the big tree, and talk about boys until lunchtime was up. I’d rather practice my jump-roping, but I guess in fourth grade you don’t jump rope anymore. Instead, you talk about boys.