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“I’ve got a few questions, ” I say.My Life as a Gamer by Janet Tashjian
I don’t know where I went wrong, but I must have taken a wrong turn somewhere in my life. It was probably when I dated Dave instead of Rick in high school. I heard that Rick is now a 3rd Major in the USSF and got approved for sixteen children. I have to admit, he was quite the athletic guy in school. Yep, that’s probably when it happened.
Instead of Rick, I opted for Dave. Don’t get me wrong, Dave is a a good guy. Too good. He can’t hold down a job for long because he just won’t get with the program. Every night all he talks about is how things were way back when. Well, this isn’t then, it’s now. He just doesn’t want to accept that. Which is how I ended up where I am today. Yep, it’s all because of Dave.
So, here I am with the others waiting outside his office. We play the same game, so in a way, I guess you could say we are friends. Or, at least friendly to each other. We have to be for all our sakes. The last one who disagreed disappeared. Oh, how that would be, to disappear. I think I would like that. You see, I think like Dave. I do, I really do. It’s just…I’m afraid. I want to speak out, I want to tell the truth about what I see, about what I hear, about what I know, but I can’t. I just can’t.
Why can’t I? Dave will understand. Won’t he? Yes, I’m sure he will. I’m going to do it. I have to. I know they’ll be watching, they have to. I am the only one approved for this hour. Maybe not all will be watching, but maybe enough will be. Enough to hear. Enough to start asking. Maybe Dave will be watching. He’ll know what to do.
The office door opens and we all take our assigned places. This is it. It’s now or never. I have to do it. I can’t take another day of living in this lie, this living nightmarish world we created and that I help maintain.
We all sit and listen. I nod and smile. Show a little cleavage. He likes that. I know he does. His assistant requested even deeper cut shirts after he first saw me six months ago. He’s smiling that incessant smirk that he thinks is charm. If I am right, I will be remembered as a martyr. The one who dared to start it. If I am right. God, I hope I’m right.
As he stops speaking, I raise my hand.
“You there, young lady in the beautiful red dress.”
There’s that smirk again. I will be so happy to not see that again in my life. I stand up and give him one of my perfected smiles. “Thank you, Mr. President. I’ve got a few questions,” I say.