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Eadlyn- 18
Maeve- 16
Ada- 14
Maeve and Ada were sitting at the dinner table with Sara and Ava talking about the day’s endeavors. Dinners had gotten lonely since Eadlyn had moved to college a few months before, but she was coming home later that month for the Thanksgiving long weekend and to celebrate Ava’s birthday.
“How was school?” Ava asked as she lifted a fork full of brussels sprouts to her mouth.
“Good,” Maeve shrugged.
“I decided to write my history paper on The Bullet Blondes,” Ada offered.
“Really?” Sara reacted.
“Yeah, we’re learning about the 1920s and can write the paper on anything that happened during the decade.”
“Well, we are honored,” Ava assured her.
It was a few weeks later and Thanksgiving break had begun. Ada’s last class had just ended, and she was waiting for the buses to arrive. Ever since Maeve got her license, she normally drove Ada home after school, however today she has offered to go pick up Eadlyn for the long weekend, leaving Ada to take the bus. She frustratedly walked through the hallways of the school, looking back a few times as she debated walking back to her last class. She held her graded paper in her hand as she paced up and down the empty hallways. She was flustered and annoyed and it was taking every ounce of self-control not to go back and tell her history teacher just how wrong she was. Her parents were The Bullet Blondes, of course Ada knew what she was talking about!
Eventually, her time was up, and she walked out to the front of the school and onto her bus before it left. She picked an open seat towards the back and threw her backpack down next to her as she collapsed into the seat and put her headphones in.
The bus dropped her off at the end of the street and she walked home, trying to find a way to tell her teacher that she was right without sounding crazy or revealing anything about time travel. Ada walked into the house and dropped her bag by the door. She angrily marched into the family room, not realizing that’s exactly where her moms were.
“What’s wrong?” Sara asked, sitting up concerned.
“I got a bad grade on that paper.”
“The Bullet Blondes one?” Ava asked making sure she was keeping up with the story Ada was telling.
“Yeah. All I wrote was that, even though the names of The Bullet Blondes were never discovered, they were definitely in love. In the comments, my teacher wrote that I was ‘speculating’ and ‘I had no proof’ because there were no sources, and the newspaper article I used just said you weren’t sisters, not that you were in love. Can’t you just go back and change the newspaper?”
“No!” Both Sara and Ava emphasized.
“Why not? Don’t you want to be a lesbian and bisexual icon in the 1920s?” Ada asked with a pleading smile as she tried her hardest to bribe them.
“We weren’t even supposed to be leaving any footprints in the 1920s let alone becoming an icon,” Ava explained.
“And we can’t go back and change events we participated in,” Sara added.
“Why not?”
“Because we did that once and it literally broke time. There were dinosaurs in present- day Star City, Beebo dolls controlling the Vikings’ decision- making, and metahuman Gorillas in the Vietnam war, among other things. It took over a year to fix everything.”
“Yeah, but if you break history again, I’ll get a better grade AND if there are more dinosaurs I’ll get out of school for a few weeks as an added bonus!”
“We’re NOT breaking history,” Ava emphasized.
“But I failed the paper.”
“Hey,” Sara said softly as she gently placed a hand on Ada’s shoulder, “Did you try your hardest?”
“Yeah.”
“Then that’s all we can ask for. And now that you know what your teacher is looking for, I’m sure you’ll do better on the next paper,” Ava added.
“You’re not mad?”
“No,” Sara stressed, “All we ask is that you do your best, and if you do badly on some assignments it’s not the end of the world.”
“Thanks moms. But can I at least tell my teacher that I know The Bullet Blondes and try to mess with her?”
“No!” Sara and Ava yelled in sync.
“Why not,” Ada whined.
“Because she’s either not going to believe you, think you’re crazy, or worst of all realize you’re telling the truth, and all of these options are problematic,” Ava explained.
“You two are no fun,” Ada quipped sarcastically.
“We are a lot of fun!” Sara argued.
“Uh- huh, sure, whatever you say,” Ada jokingly rolled her eyes and chuckled as she walked into the kitchen to grab an apple and her backpack so she could start on her homework, thankfully not any more essays.