a small pretty girl who can Act also Happens to Write Plays.
She did not get the memo/email/phone call/text message/violent plea from the soul of my insecurities that she is not allowed to write plays.
She does not understand that it is my thing, in exchange for not being pretty and small. I earned it, being tall, and having cut off too much of my hair.
She will go home and find a note taped to her door. She will cease and desist. She will put on a sundress the size of my finger and laugh through her nose which makes her copious curls fall in her face, and every one on the planet will stop what they are doing and find it adorable.