Rachel

 

Bob: “Hello Rachel I am the famous legendary interviewer Bob and I’m here to interview you!”

 

Rachel: “Just get on with the questions already.”

 

Bob: “Ok no problem, before I ask questions please introduce yourself to the audience please? After all this is an interview.”

 

Rachel: “My name is Rachel, daughter of my mother Nella and father Roger, sister of Ariel and Robbie. After my mother separated with my father I. . .met a certain incident and ended up living with Grandma and Aunt Loretta. From then on I continued to live together with Grandma, Aunt Loretta died, and blablabla. that’s about it.”

 

Bob: “A wonderful and masterful explanation! Now since there are hundreds of people that would like to ask you a hundred questions our company gathered all the questions in the form of a paper slip and rolled it in a small capsule. Your job is to just pick one on the capsules and open it, I’ll read the questions.”

 

Rachel: “That’s quite a number of capsules. . . . .Hmm I’ll take the black capsule with blue dots.”

 

Bob: “Selected, and opened! First question, you have black skin and blue eyes. How do you think about those physical characteristics? How do you feel when other people differentiate you because of those characteristics? If you were able to change your skin color and hair color how would you change it? Finally what is your philosophy about all the racism racing around the world?”

 

Rachel: “First off that’s four questions not one question and you should have meant ‘skin color and eye color’ not ‘skin color and hair color’. Finally did you intentionally use the frase ‘racism racing’?”

 

Bob: “Oh Ho Ho I’m Santa!”

 

Rachel: “What the heck does that have to do with this? Forget it, ok to get on with the first question. I curse my eyes and my skin but at the same time I acknowledge that it’s mine, it is my mother’s eyes and my fathers skin. When the other kids at school or even the adults differentiate me because of my lookings I always turn gloomy and sad, but I keep all those thoughts in my blue bottle never to be seen. If I were able to change my skin and hair color. . .I wouldn’t change it, not that I don’t want to but because it has no meaning, my life is not mine since that day. And about the whole racism stuff? Of course I want to beat it up and drain it down the shrinkage.”

 

Bob: “Good good I think everybody would be satisfied by that compliment and I personally like the last one! Racism? Just Throw ‘em down the shrinkage Ho Ho Ho. Ok next capsule.”

 

Rachel: “I’ll pick the white capsule with angel symbols on it.”

 

Bob: “I don’t really like angels. Selected, and opened! You started out with your family, and you left Roger and Charles, Nella and Robbie and Ariel died away, you came to live with Grandma and Loretta but Loretta also died away, and I guess we can include Drew in your family. So the question is what do you think about that each members of your family?”

 

Rachel: “Charles? Who’s Charles.”

 

Bob: “Oh no need to pay attention. Just disclude him.”

 

Rachel: “? Okay. I definitely love Robbie, Mor, Pop, and Ariel than anyone else. Although Pop is nowhere to be seen and Mor. . .pushed Robbie off and jumped off with Ariel I know why she did so. Mor did so to protect me and Robbie and Ariel, and I know what was the cause and reason so I don’t blame her. Anyhow in the end it was my decision. Nextly although I can’t consider myself to be in extremely good terms with Grandma and Aunt Loretta I still respect and love both of them. When Aunt Loretta died I was sad and shed tears for her and for Grandma. . .I shouted at her a few times but I still respect her. However nobody shall dare defile Mor. And about Drew, he’s kind and respectful person, although Aunt Loretta died he still remembers us and tries to keep ties with us. Although I may not like everybody but I do not hate them.”

 

Bob: “Fabulous! Although I would have liked if there were more words about Roger I guess it doesn’t matter that much. We’re running out of time so let’s speed up. Last capsule to go!”

 

Rachel: “The pink capsule.”

 

Bob: “I’ve always disliked pink! Selected, and opened! Hmm I guess this could cross with the last capsule in some ways. What do you think about Aunt Loretta and how did you feel when she tripped and died? And what about the countless changes that revolved around you because of that accident?”

 

Rachel: “Aunt Loretta was a good person. She always wished me good luck and although she broke up with Nathan she found a new meaning in life with Drew, I’m very sad that she couldn’t cherish that new life. After she died I went to her funeral and sent her away. The impacts? I guess everything turned worse. Grandma wasn’t joyful as before and left her garden to die. She didn’t treat me as though as before and it’s the same with me.”

 

Bob: “Actually, not a satisfactory answer but I can’t ask for everything. Very well! Goodbye Rachel and Cab can you please put those capsules away?”