There was a little girl
Who had a little curl
Right in the middle of her forehead.
When she was good, she was very very good.
And when she was bad, she was HORRID.
Well, I hope you didn’t think I was talking about “bipolar,” did you? Naw. I’m talking about naughtiness. Rebellion. Creativity. Refusal to conform to the status quo.
The status quo is boring, ain’t it? Okay, so you really like complying? Let’s all wear those uniforms right now and all be alike. Cuz after all, USA healthcare/Hitler might come and nab the ones that stand out and actually speak their minds.
So….the Good Child studied Dick and Jane.
The Rebel read whatever the hell she wanted and only skimmed to Dick and Jane, but still, graduated at the top of the class.
The Good Child did all her homework perfectly and handed it in on time.
The Rebel Child said, screw this, and handed it in a week early so she could play baseball and enjoy herself outdoors.
The Good Child always does her best.
The Rebel Child does even better. At whatever the hell she wants.
The Good Child believes what she’s told and does not question.
The Rebel Child questions so much that she drives everyone nuts.
The Good Child keeps everything neat and clean.
The Rebel Child hires herself out to clean and gets some pocket dough, but her own home is messy. She enjoys shopping with the money she earns.
The Good Child complies.
The Rebel Child fights back.
Good Child and Rebel Child both end up in prison. Then what? Do they escape? Yeah, I think that’s what I will do to this fiction. I’ll have them become fellow escapees. So Good Child and Rebel Child escape the prison together.
They endure many hardships in the wilderness. In fact, they wander 40 years in the desert, led by a guy named Moses. Moses was the one who got them out, after all, by saying, “LET MY PEOPLE GO!”
Moses gets rather old and dies before reaching the Promised Land. The two girls continue onward. Without a leader? Yep. Oh, I suppose they got camels, right? Rebel Girl does fine on the camel, but Good Girl can’t do it.
She’s been good all her life. Camelback riding, well, that’s too dirty for her. Oh dear, the ole coping skills don’t quite apply here!
Rebel Girl crosses the finish line. The crowd erupts in a joyful cheer.
Freedom is a precious thing. The finish line….oh, run Rebel, run.