As talked about in this post, I am going to write my own versions of that idiotic "High School 1958 vs 2008/2009/2010/2011/2012" thing that has been plaguing the internet. Please enjoy my interpretation of nonexiestant Scenario 11...
Darlene finds $5000 in a toolbox.
1958: She knows this money must have belonged to her grandfather, the
owner of the toolbox. She has fond memories of helping him in his
workshop when she was a little girl. However, pressure from her parents
forced her away from her favorite place and into grandma's kitchen to be
a proper lady. Darlene knows she should give this money to the family,
but she also knows that if she does, she'll never see it again. Oh sure,
she might get a new dress and formal etiquette lessons, but that would
be it. Her older brother will be starting college next fall. The family
has enough money to pay his way, but with this, he could get into a more
expensive school. And her? She'll never get to college. This is a
traditional family with traditional post WW2 values and her parents
would never let her shame them by leaving her assigned role. No, better
that she keep this money a secret and use it to further herself. Deep
down, she feels that this is what her grandfather wanted. Why else would
he put it in the toolbox he always let her use when she visited?
Darlene takes a deep breath and hides the money. She tells her mother
she isn't feeling well and won't be down for supper. Her mother tsks and
reminds her not to be late to Mrs. Jenkins's tea social tomorrow.
Darlene grimaces a smile and quietly shuts her door. She swiftly packs a
suitcase; a couple pairs of work clothes, a nice dress, appropriate
shoes, her favorite books, some writing tablets and pencils, and her
grandfather's toolbox on the bottom with most of the money tucked
inside. She slips out the window and climbs down the trellis as she did
so many times when she and her brother were little. She feels a
momentary pang about leaving her family, especially her brother, behind,
but vows to make it up to them.
Darlene boards a bus headed for a small city two states away. As the
long miles roll past, she writes in her tablet. She writes to her
brother, telling him how much she looks up to him. She writes to her
parents, telling them not to worry about her. And she writes to her
grandfather to thank him for his gift. She hopes somewhere he is
watching out for her and wishing her well on her journey.
1968: Darlene walks across the stage to receive her PhD in nuclear
physics. She looks out at the crowd and sees her family beaming in pride
at her. As she takes her diploma, she whispers "Thank you,
grandfather," tears filling her eyes.
Suddenly, a piercing howl fills the air. Frightened people look up to
see a plane barreling out of the sky, flames shooting from its windows.
People scream in panic and fear, running for their lives. Darlene shouts
to her family, but can't be heard through all the noise. She runs as
hard as she can, taking cover in a nearby drainage structure, the safest
place she can find. The plane crashes, sending fire, smoke, and debris
across the campus. Darlene feels the heat of the flames and hears the
wails of people dying. She holds herself tight and sobs, drainage water
soaking her robes. A lone square cap floats by, smouldering.
Darlene's brother barely survived, but her parents, along with many
others, perished. The discovery of an overlooked fault in the fuel line
is the cause. A secretary discovered the fault, but because she was
female, she was dismissed. Even though this secretary had an engineering
degree, sexism in society prevented anyone from taking her seriously.
Despite knowing the real cause, Darlene feels a great sense of guilt; if
she hadn't brought her family there to see her triumph, they would
still be alive. She vows to make it right.
1978: It's been ten years since that horrible accident. Darlene
hasn't let it stop her in her vow to put it right again. Her brother,
paralyzed from the accident, is her best friend and helper. He has savvy
financial skills and helps Darlene build her dreams to atone for her
2012: Darlene is now the CEO of a global multibillion dollar
corporation build around the airline industry. She hosts fundraisers in
her lavish mansion and crusades for the downtrodden. She campaigns for
strict airline safety standards and gender equality in the industry and
sciences. Strangely, she is never around for sightings of the mysterious
feminist vigilante known only as Snatchwoman. When asked about the
vigilante, Darlene just smiles and says "There's a little Snatch in all