Copyright © 2012 by J.S. Antrobus
Prologue
“Why can’t I play with you?”
“Because girls suck. And they have cooties.” He said simply. It was an unpretentious statement from a little boy, but how was I to know that those words would have haunted me for the rest of my life?
I stared at Sebastian Chandler for what felt like an eternity in my young, four year old mind. I couldn’t take it anymore. It was not the first time he said it, and I was sure it wouldn’t have been the last. I kept on staring at the little boy before I ran off. Straight into our house to my mother’s dresser. I pulled the scissors from off of the top and, in one motion I chopped off the essence of my identity. My long black hair was gone.
“Dragonfly? Jay, what did you do?” I heard my mother ask. I turned to her with a tear stained face.
“Do I look like a boy now, Mummy?” I questioned her. She sighed long and hard.
“But you’re a girl, Jay” She told me. I shook my head.
“But do I look like a boy now?” I asked her. She sighed deeply.
“Yes Dragon, you look like a boy. But you’re still my beautiful little girl, remember that. Ok.” She told me. I nodded.
“Yes Mummy.”
“Good girl.” She said, kissing me on the forehead. Somehow, however, between then and now, I had forgotten.
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