AspirationsMarissa was the sort of girl who knew what she wanted to do rather early in her life. After all, her career choice was clear. She was beautiful, rich, famous, and absolutely
adored the idea of hobnobbing with all of society's creme de la creme.
She aspired to be a politician, of course!
She imagined a life full of glitter and glamour, fortune and fame, and oh, so very many parties!
And if you needed to get party guests in the right mood to donate to your campaign, what better way than with the perfect cocktail? Her supermax choice was therefore similarly obvious.
Marissa: "Whoops!"
*crash*
Okay, so she'd need a little practice with that part. But the hobnobbing thing she had
down. The point was, she was Marissa Dojo, and she was certain that nothing in life could stand between her and her goals.
She'd tried giving the whole 'going-to-prom-with-a-boy' thing a second shot, but there just weren't any sparks.
*awkward silence*
Marissa: "Ahem! Yes, erm: fish!"
*awkward silence*
It'd taken up enough of her time that, as a consequence, she didn't get the chance to ask her crush to the dance instead, but that was no matter. Marissa headed out to prom with a lively step and a song in her heart, certain that she would be crowned prom queen and swoop her lady love off her feet.
Marissa: "Bye, grams! Don't wait up!"
Gwenyth: "Take care, Rissa."
She won the crown (
of course).
And even managed to get her first kiss with that special someone later that night at the beach.
Marisela was a little surprised.
But pleasantly so.
In fact, it seemed like life was going well for everyone.
Her dad had his adult birthday, but looked much the same.
He even maxed out his career, although for some reason 'the god of rock' had to wear a tuxedo to work.
What was with that?
Even grandma Vera finally made a bold move, after dancing around Wogan for weeks insisting they were 'just friends.'
Now they were going steady, and Vera couldn't be happier.
As Marissa came home that night, heart aglow with the joys of her first kiss, Bridgeport looked full of promises in the fog.
She'd had the perfect prom and lived the teen dream. In the future, all she could see was success.
What was there that she couldn't do?