Prompt: You're taking a road trip in a 5 seater car. Each seat is filled with you, but at various points in your life. One of you strikes up a conversation.
"Do we get married and have kids?" It's the youngest from what I can gather. But, then again, my 'present' is the oldest's past. There's the youngest, about 6 or 7, then there's me at 18, the other middle at 29, the second oldest at 40, and the oldest at 51. The three older ones all tense, and the driver– forty grips the steering wheel tightly.
I choose to answer her instead. "Yeah, we're gonna get married," I chirped, grinning at her as she beams from the middle seat. "But at my age, we don't plan on kids. Maybe some foster kids eventually, but right now, no kids."
"Jack said yes?!" She asks excitedly. 29 is the next to snort.
"Jack left us broken and hurt in the school yard," she spat, glaring out a window on the far side.
"Hey," 40 snapped. "Keep your bitterness away from anyone under the age of twenty."
"Hey!" I snapped glaring at them. "I'm eighteen, I can handle it!"
"No," 51 murmured, looking to me gently. "You can't. We didn't, we still can't. Don't push yourself, please." I froze, staring at the heartbreak in her eyes and shrunk into my seat beside 7. She looked up at me upset but curled into my side away from 29.
The rest of our trip is silent and thick with an unknown dread for the coming year.
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