Runaway

My father stumbles into the auditorium.

Drunk.

Oh no.

"Leslie Graye, number 14!"

I stand up.

"Spell Conformity."

"C-O-N-F-O-R-M-I-T-Y"

"Correct!"

There is scattered applause, but my father gives me a standing ovation.

Oh no.

Everyone stares. Ohwhyohwhyohwhyohwhy. I flee the stage.

"Leslie-bunny! Get back on stage!"

''Leslie-bunny? Why, dad?''