Danielle

Danielle sat in her room on a quiet Saturday morning. Her auburn hair dripped onto the towel wrapped around her body. A white dress was sprawled out on her floor. She stared at it with fury. Her Mum had bought it. Danielle told her she didn’t want it. Her Mum bought it anyway and said that Danielle was to wear it to the family gathering today. Danielle hated it. An angry tear traced down her face as she pulled on her tightest bra, and a button down shirt over it. She put on a pair of jeans and made her way downstairs. She braced herself, took a deep breath and walked into the kitchen.

“Danielle! What are you wearing!” her Mum demanded, “Put on your dress! You look like a boy!”

Danielle mustered up all her courage. She tried to keep her voice steady,

“Maybe, I want to look like a boy!” She didn’t look back to see the horrified look on her Mother’s face, as she ran upstairs in tears.