Plastic girl

Plastic woman

"Good luck!"

Renée said. Her voice sounded like it had been chopped and put together with two other voices. From time to time I couldn't hear nothing but the screeching birds outside. Damn connection.

Couldn't they come for holiday again?

"You can do this. Sweep those idiots away with a blinding smile." She stopped and frowned at something behind her.
"Simon, keine Brause in die Sprite! Ich wisch das Zeug nicht auf!"

"Ja, Mama." A grumpy voice mumbled. Something clacked. "Aber willst du nicht wissen ob es einen Unterschied zwischen Cola, Sprite und Pepsi gibt?"

"Nein... Okay, vielleicht. Aber du wischt es auf. Ich möchte jetzt mit Vanna sprechen."

"Vanna?! Heeey!" A teen with sharp cheekbones and quite a few pimples shoved himself on the screen. "What's up, Vanna?"

"Nothing usual. Just going to do my first speech as a major." I laughed, fumbling with the hems of my white blouse. Gosh, how I hated formal clothes.

"Cool! Good luck. Especially for that seagull voice meanie... By the way, the spiders I feed with coffee were acting like on drugs."

I grinned. This boy was crazy. He definetely would be a mad scientist.

"Simon, die armen Tiere!" Mona shoved her head to the screen. She had her hair cut off which made her even more good looking. How was she an comic artist and not a model? "Hi! How's'it goin'?" She gave Renée a nose kiss. She blushed and tried to hide behind Simon.

They were such an adorable couple. I hope that one day I can find a partner like that.

"Anyway, good luck! Kick their asses!"

When we finally cut the call, I felt like I could move mountains. Or at least a tiny plastic mountain off the beach.

...

Hours later I only felt tired and hyperaware at the same time. Sweat covered my body and I prayed that the blouse was still white and dry at all places. There were so many people starring at me. What if I had sweat spots? Gosh, I hated those  impractical white closes. Why couldn't be red formal or yellow?

"Vanna!

"Miss Sile! Miss Sile!"

"How does it feel to be the first female mayor?"

"What are your plans for the future?"

I squinted against the flash lights of the fotographer. It took me everything to smile and don't close the eyes. That would be awful. Slit eyes on the papers.

One pig like lady almost hit me with her microphone. I backed away. They were acting all like starving animals.

I lifted my chin.
"The next project of "Seagul" will be the reforestation of the place around the hotels. We will make it healthier and cleaner. Plans are plastic fishing cayacs and recycling workshops. Our biggest goal is the support of the farmers and fishers on our island."

"How do you plan to finance it?"

"We rely on our own sources as well as of crowdfounding which my friends taught me."

"Who are your friends?"
"A cute couple from Wilhelmshaven, Germany."

"Did your amputation gives you trouble?"
Really? Was that the only interesting about me? Next question would be probably how I, a woman managed to get up.

Time to attack.

"People have more trouble with it than me."
Wham! That worked. The pig lady retracted her microphone. 1:0 for Vana Sile.

Mister Manule was in the back of the room, sipping at a champagne as if it was poison. His face was even more scrunched up. It was almost reassuring that some people never changed. Our eyes met. He looked like would explode.

Such sweet revenge. I grinned.

There had been so much struggle. Ignorant men who refused to have a woman as a mayor. Money sharks. Selfdoubt. Death threats.

But with Simon, Renée and Mona I got stronger. The struggles were painful but necessary. I needed to fight. For our environment. For the animals. For the old and the young. Even for people like Mister Manule. For us all.

Lifting my chin, I opened my arms.

"The change of this island begins now."

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To you who read this three little chapters:
Thank you for accompaigning this journey of Vana. She's fictional but also a synonym for all the people who take great lenghts to clean our environment or try to collect plastic out of the nature. If you're one of them: thank you so much for making our world a better, healthier place.

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And more German:

"Simon, keine Brause in die Sprite! Ich wisch das Zeug nicht auf!"
"Simon, no bubbles in the sprite. I won't wipe that stuff up!"

"Ja, Mama. Aber willst du nicht wissen ob da ein Unterschied zwischen Cola, Sprite and Pepsi sehen?"

"Yes, mom. But don't you want to know if there is a difference between Cola, Sprite und Pepsi?"

"Nein... Okay, vielleicht. Aber du wirst das aufwischen. Ich möchte jetzt mit Vana sprechen."

"No... Okay, maybe. But you'll wipe that away.I want to talk to Vana now."

"Simon, die armen Tiere!"
"Simon, the poor animals!"