91 lines
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91 lines
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<vnscene name="ScenePrologue1" extend="scenes/SceneStandard">
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<events>
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<set property="backgroundMaterial->color" value="COLOR_BLUE" type="struct Color" />
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<text>
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<string lang="en"><font style="italics">I wake.</font></string>
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</text>
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<text>
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<string lang="en"><font style="italics">I gasp. I close my eyes — I'm fine, I'm fine. I'm still here. Breathing.</font></string>
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</text>
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<text>
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<string lang="en"><font style="italics">That bucket was a dream. My death was a dream. I'm not dead.</font></string>
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</text>
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<text>
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<string lang="en"><font style="italics">(Am I?)</font></string>
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</text>
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<text>
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<string lang="en"><font style="italics">(...)</font></string>
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</text>
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<text>
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<string lang="en"><font style="italics">(Aren't I?)</font></string>
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</text>
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<text>
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<string lang="en"><font style="italics">Of course I'm not.</font></string>
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</text>
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<text>
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<string lang="en"><font style="italics">I exhale. My feet fall to the edges of my bed. Slowly, I raise myself to stand.</font></string>
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</text>
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<text>
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<string lang="en"><font style="italics">My fingers tremble by the edges of my leg: I curl my hand in. My nails catch on my skin. They're sharp, pastel pink. Done for Prom Day today.</font></string>
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</text>
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<text>
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<string lang="en"><font style="italics">The dream didn't happen. How could it have? Prom Day hasn't happened yet.</font></string>
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</text>
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<text>
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<string lang="en"><font style="italics">I'm fine.</font></string>
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</text>
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<text>
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<string lang="en"><font style="italics">(Didn't it happen?)</font></string>
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</text>
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<text>
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<string lang="en"><font style="italics">(It felt so...)</font></string>
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</text>
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<text>
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<string lang="en"><font style="italics">(Real.)</font></string>
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</text>
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<text>
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<string lang="en"><font style="italics">I tidy the bedsheets. Pull the corners over the bed's edges, fluff up the pillows, pat away the sweat and the residue of a scream: my parents want it pretty.</font></string>
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</text>
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<text>
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<string lang="en"><font style="italics">It wasn't real. I only had a visceral dream, sunken into my brain as an anchor to a sea, as a stone angel's crumbling visage, as a bird's descent off Devil Cradle's cliffs. That wasn't real.</font></string>
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</text>
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<text>
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<string lang="en"><font style="italics">No, of course not.</font></string>
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</text>
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<text>
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<string lang="en"><font style="italics">My calendar says May 29th. I've got to prepare for Prom.</font></string>
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</text>
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<text>
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<string lang="en"><font style="italics">After all, if there is anything I will be, it is Prom Queen.</font></string>
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</text>
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<text>
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<string lang="en"><font style="italics">I've been chasing this moment since the beginning of time. Today is the finale.</font></string>
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</text>
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<text>
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<string lang="en"><font style="italics">And I am nothing if not ready.</font></string>
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</text>
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<scene-change scene="vnscenes/ScenePrologue2" />
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</events>
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</vnscene> |