I asked my dog what he got me for my birthday.
He jumped up and gave me a hug.
That was a great gift.
Then I decided I would change everything.
My name, my hair.
Especially my hair.
Orange? Orange hair sounds good.
I immediately filled a legal-size notepad with ideas.
Shoes made of empty water bottles.
A shirt made of leaves.
Maybe a wooden hat.
A noodle mask.
Then I tried out different voices.
Gruff.
Smooth.
Hackey.
Fourteen hours later, I left my house and went straight to the public library.
They were closed.
I proceeded to walk – water bottles crackling under each step – to the bank.
I was immediately shot as I entered the building.
