The Fortunes of Maybe

By Sai

There it was, standing in my doorway; aging while I hid beneath my bed covers, peeking through the holes of my ripped blanket. As I viewed his sleek complexion with gorgeous hygiene, he transformed into a wrinkly old man with teeth the color of dehydrated urine and also smelled like garbage. Flies flew around his busted up, old-like clothes while he started trudging towards my way, pointing at my soul. As each step came closer to my arrival, I hid more. Still, the man kept walking my way. As the creepy old man touched me, he turned purple and fell to the ground, showing no pain whatsoever. I peeked over the edge of my bed, and saw…

“Boom! Boom! Boom!” my optimistic mother pounded on my desk. “Rise and shine.”

“Mom.” I grouchily stated. “Close the curtains.”

“No, no. Get up. We have a lot to do today.”

“O.K.” I said reluctantly. “Oh. Mom. I have a date tonight with that guy I met online; the one you approved of and I also had that terrible dream again.”

“You know? Fear is the foundation of safety. (Keith Mohler) Maybe it’s meant for a reason. Anyways Chloe, get dressed will you.”

 “What will I wear tonight?” I asked myself. “Maybe this guy is the one. I don’t know.” I kept talking to myself.


As my mother and I got home at 5:00 from our day of errands, I rushed to get ready for my date and it took me an hour to prepare myself. Finally, it was time for my date at the Chinese restaurant that nobody could pronounce the name of. I would be meeting my date at 7:59 PM.


I finally arrived at the restaurant but did not know what my date looked like, but he sounded like a total hottie.

After about 10 minutes, I spotted him from afar. I went up to him and asked if he was Lover_120 and he answered with “Yes, I am. And are you mommys_girl_25?”

“Yeah.” I blushed.

Although he looked 39, I still went for it. At first I thought to myself: Is it appropriate for a 17-year-old girl to date a 39-year-old man? But I didn’t care and went for it.

Not even half an hour passed and my mother rushed into the restaurant. So I got up from my seat and said, “Excuse me.”

            I jogged towards my mother and rudely asked, “What are you doing here?”

“You forgot your I.D., and I just came to drop it off.”

“Oh. O.K. Bye,” I stated sarcastically.

“Wait. Let me meet your date,” my mother demanded with curiosity.

            “O.K. Fine. Then you are leaving.”

            We both walked towards my table. My mother saw my date, and her mouth hung wide open as if I scored big time.

            “This is your date?” she asked with a disgusting look on her face.

            “Yeah. Why?” I asked with confidence.

            “Because this is your father.”

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