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"A model/actress, then a designer. And I'll go to fashion week and hang out with everybody famous. Then I'll marry someone rich and we'll have a mansion and five daughters. Oh, and I'll be a rock star." She beams.
"Why do you want to do all that?"
"Duh. So I'll be like super awesome."
"A world-famous ballerina." She states it emphatically, but there's a certain hesitation in her posture.
"That sounds nice."
"Yep. I'm going to Julliard and everything." She continues pointing then relaxing her toes as she speaks.
"So how long have you been dancing?"
"Oh, um, just three weeks, but my teacher says I'm a natural."
"...and Dad always says marry rich, but I don't know anyone named Rich."
"But what do you want?"
"I want to be the president."
"Good for you, Meredith. You know you can be anything you want to."
"Yeah, I know." She smiles confidently and then turns to wink at the boy behind her in line.
"No." Her black Mary Janes click together as two little legs swing back and forth.
"Please, Angela. Just answer the question. Then you can go."
"I'm not supposed to talk to strangers."
"Please?"
She purses her lips and narrows her eyes skeptically, then seems to make her decision. "Fine. I would like to plan weddings."
"Oh definitely a teacher. Probably like a kindergarten teacher or something. I just love little kids."
"But you are a little kid."
"I am not! I had a boyfriend last summer." She tosses her curls alluringly.
"Really?"
"Yeah. His name was Travis, but I dumped him because he was always busy with his Nintendo games."
"Well, I always say I want to be an actress, but the truth is I just want to marry someone perfect and be a mom and stay home with my kids." She drops her eyelids and smiles with a wisdom far beyond her nine years.
"Really? That's it?"
"Yeah. That's what I really, really want."
Her bright little eyes squint and her forehead wrinkles in concentration.
"What's it called when you're a scientist who works on animals?"
"A veterinarian."
She tugs nervously on one of her braids, then shakes her head. "No, not that. I wanna work on cool animals. It's a zoolologiz..."
"A zoologist?"
"Yeah. Like at a zoo."
"I wanna draw pictures for storybooks." She absently tucks a stray curl behind her ear.
"What kind?"
"Um...books about princesses, puppies, and astronauts."
"Astronauts?"
Yeah, because they fly the highest of all the flying things," she finishes proudly, smiling once more for the camera before running out to spend her recess on the swings.
"All I know is, I'm not gonna be a lawyer. No matter what my dad says." Her argumentative tone seems to disprove her point.
"Okay, Jan."
"Actually, what I'd really like to be is the person who answers the phone and files things and arranges big meetings and stuff."
"You mean like a receptionist?"
"Yeah."