Veronica.

On a cool fall day, a little girl named Veronica went for a walk. Living in a suburban development with remnants from the Cold War (small, bright houses; many with bomb shelters in the back); she put on her jacket and headed out to the cracked sidewalk, turning left in the direction of her neighborhood park. As she walked along, Veronica, a girl of no more than eight, pulled out her Android and stuck a pair of headphones into her ears, so that she could watch Justin Bieber videos on Youtube. What the fuck kind of eight year old owns a droid, you may ask yourself? Well, the answer to that is a very spoiled one with little to no common sense and a nasty habit of abusing technology.

Soon, the little girl arrives at her destination. Being delighted with herself for managing to walk all this way alone, Veronica hurries over to the abandoned merry-go-round. She kicks herself off and begins spinning wildly, giggling and having a great time. Hurtling faster and faster in a circle, she is soon spinning so fast that everything around her is a great blur and she is forced to hold on tightly as the cylindrical force pulls her to the outer edges of the toy. Veronica begins to feel quite scared. She struggles to drag her feet along the ground and bring herself to a stop, before she just gets far too dizzy.  Her struggles are to no avail. She is trapped in a veritable tornado of rapidly spinning twisted metal left over from the Cold War. The playground was a product of urban deterioration, creaky and rusting, and Veronica was utterly alone.  

Abruptly, and with a screech, the merry-go-round comes to an abrupt halt. Bewildered and staggering like a newborn wildebeest (also known as a Gnu), Veronica attempts to take a few steps forward. She wobbles forward and attempts to steady herself against a swing-set. Underestimating her distance from the objective, she falls forward and obtains a rather nasty blow to the temple. Crying for a moment, she wipes the dirt from her hands and turns to go home, muttering the eight year old version of “Fuck this park!,” which, when roughly translated, means “Big meanie swing-set!” As she toddles off home, her mind is not on the severe blow to the head she has just obtained, but rather, of Justin Bieber. Her headphones are in her ears once more, and before she knows it, she’s back at the house to eat some chicken nuggets and watch iCarly.

                Later that week, Veronica heads to school. A few hours into class, after morning snack time, Veronica sits in her little red chair and is coloring a picture of a boat, when a drop of blood drips from her ear and onto the paper. She blinks twice and falls over dead, without even time to alert her teacher. Believing her to be unconscious, Ms. Ankerson calls the school medic, who begins weeping as she discovers the awful truth. It was later learned that the reason for Veronica’s tragic and untimely death was nothing less than a massive blood clot in the brain; which was obtained during her fall at the park; burst and poor Veronica was killed instantly.
               

                Believing that Veronica was abused at home, Ms. Ankerson attempted to press charges on the parents, which were successful. They are now both in a state penitentiary, where they are serving lengthy prison sentences for Willful and Fatal Neglect of a Child. However, all this tragedy could have been prevented, if, instead of listening to shitty pop singers, Veronica had used her advanced cell phone to phone for help, maybe call 911, or an adult.

But, children are stupid and should always wear a helmet.