mallory du pont | four ; fin

i have anemia, which is just a thing that happened. mom likes to act like it's a big thing, but it's not. it's just a thing. i get dizzy easily, i'm sleepy sometimes, and i gotta take breaks. that's it. it's not the end of the world, but i think maybe it's because mom and dad haven't really ever been, like, impacted by anything serious. you know what i mean? it's like, they met each other when they were really, really young, and never looked back. made some money, started a family: life was great. and then here i come into the picture, little girl who spent a few too many days in the nurse's office at school, who sometimes gets a little melancholy and is prone to panic attacks, and even though that's essentially just the human experience as a teenager, to them it's... well. it's like, a big thing, i guess.

but i really am normal! i promise. and by normal, i mean i stay up too late on school nights and drink too much coffee and wear weird things so people take notice and have absolutely no idea what my place in the world is going to be, or if i even have one. sometimes i think, maybe, i'm an alien with amnesia, borrowing memories from someone else's life until i can get my own back. it'd explain why i'm so different than my parents, why i have absolutely no interest in money, why i have absolutely no interest in training. but then again, i do look a bit too much like my mom for that to be true... i dunno, maybe aliens have the technology to change genetics or something. on second thought, maybe i'm not so normal.

anyway, if you're looking for some kind of like window into my soul, or whatever, uh... i'm an open book. which i know is like a thing people say when they are hiding something, but i mean it. ask me anything and i'll tell the truth. my most embarrassing moment? easy. third grade play, i got the lead and thought i was about to go out there and become a star. i invited everyone. mom and dad brought my brother charlie, my aunt carol and uncle frank came, mrs. donahue from next door came, practically anyone who held value to me showed up for this thing, alright? and i'm playing this, like, princess who uses her mom's favorite necklace without her permission and then loses it in the woods and has to go back and get it, yadda yadda, that's not the point. the point is that there is a scene where i am being chased by this monster, played by this guy named gage whom i was fully in love with at the time. and what do i do? trip and fall. off the stage. and then, to add to my humiliation, i got up and ran straight to my parents in the middle of the play and proceeded to sob so hard that they canceled the rest of the show.

i have been in every performance at that school since, and i haven't fallen once. even still, people were telling me to have a nice trip for months, perhaps even centuries afterward. i know, real original. mrs. donahue never came back for another performance, but to be fair i think she died like a year or two later. that wasn't meant to be funny, i just genuinely forgot for a second. rip. my parents started pushing me harder in my career training, my little brother thought that plays were some kind of punishment because of what happened and cried through the entire thing like three times so they stopped bringing him. the one good thing to come from it was that gage seemed to think he'd knocked me over and was so sorry about it that he followed me around on the playground every day until the week before summer break and then he kissed me on the cheek and i... told the teacher on him? jesus.

let's see... what else?

favorite color? red.

favorite thing? my cat named doofus.

least favorite thing? sand.

controversial opinions? seafood isn't that great. beaches are better on cloudy days. tomatoes are awful in any way, shape, or form. loud people aren't as smart as quiet people, like, generally. cats and dogs are equally important but my cat is the best. overalls need to make a comeback. having money isn't a personality trait. socks are torture devices. oh, and blank bedroom walls are a huge red flag.

biggest fear? well-

like i said: open book.