I was in a large building with lots of people, waiting to meet a man whom my
mother said could change the rest of my life. The building was something like
Chicago's' Museum of Science and Industry, combined with EPCOT's
Innoventions, only the entire crowd consisted of teenagers and children. They
were all playing with the displays and having a good time, and they were all
there to meet the same man I was. I found two of my friends who had arrived
before I had, and they started showing me all the wax shapes that were on the
floor. Apparently, in order to get an appointment with the man, you had to
pick the wax figurine that most accurately portrayed your personality and
sign your name on it. I saw a white crescent moon laying on the floor and
went to pick it up, but one of my friends (whom, incidentally, I can't stand
now) grabbed it from me and wrote her name on it. My other friend was
carving her name on to a green tiger and was paying no attention to us. The
floor was littered with the wax shapes, and I waded through them, looking for
another one that would fit as closely as the moon had. I kept picking up ones
that had been broken or cracked. I had just picked up a red shape when
someone bumped into me and I almost dropped it. I looked up at a blond man
about my age and mumbled "hello," to him and asked him what the shapes
were for. He said they were sort of like taking a number, and once you wrote
your name on them, the man would call you for an appointment. As I was
watching him, his face started twisting into the shape of a pig's (I've watched
the movie Willow far too many times...). As his hand turned into a hoof, I saw
his figurine fall from his fingers -- a white pig. The man was really changing us
into whatever figure we chose, and all the ones on the floor were really
people who had already been changed themselves. I looked down at the one
in my hand-- it was a red horse, only it had started to dissolve like something
was eating it. I turned to my friends and tried to tell them not to sign their
names, but the one with my moon told me to shut up and the other ignored
me. I left them because I knew I couldn't do anything for them, and the man
was heading in my direction. The red horse turned to a pile of ashes in my
hand and I ran away from him. I knew that if I ever talked to him he'd
convince me to come back, and I knew what that would mean. I heard the
people behind me complaining as I pushed them out of my way and ran into
an elevator, pushing the button to close the doors and watching as the man
calmly walked nearer.
-- Mary
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