[a short short]
Your expression, she said. It’s down.
It’s called a sad countenance, he replied.
Oh, well…why’s that? she inquired.
I’m practicing who my teachers say I’ll become. he mused. The 13 to 20 percent who have no future. I’ll apparently be on the government dole.
Do you believe that’ll really happen?
Not after that comment of hers, he smirked. Little does she know that I plan on being everything she believes I won’t be.