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Prince Charmings's Do Exsist
Prince Charmings's Do Exsist
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By Rebecca Harvey 10V
‘Oh Liz, I’m sorry, am I boring you? It’s clear you’re not
listening and honey, are you feeling ok because I’m sure your not
supposed to be turning a light shade of green, but hey, it’s not that
noticeable.’
Great! I thought me turning green was a figment of my wild
imagination; I can’t begin to think how I must look, with only half an
hour until my appointment, snap out of it stay calm and focus on
returning to a normal shade of pink.
‘Sorry Kate, you weren’t boring me,’
I was just too busy making sarcastic comments about Miss Jennifer
Forbes to answer, better not to start a conversation with Kate about
the witch as I’d be here for hours. I do love Kate to bits and we’d
known each other since High School but sure, she could talk for
America.
Kate had short charcoal coloured hair that surrounded her
snowy white face and as she frowned at my lame excuse I could see
she didn’t believe one word of what I’d just said. Her lips started to
twitch into a smile and I could see I was forgiven. She rushed over to
me and swung her arms around me and held me close, she always
knew how to make me feel better.
‘Don’t worry he’ll love you. I’m sure he’ll see straight through
Jennifer’s charade anyway. Good luck, I know you’ll do fine.’
‘Thanks,’ I laughed. By now my self confidence had gone anyway
and my nerves were building and I just wanted to get this over and
done with.
‘Miss Farley,’
‘Call me Elizabeth,’
‘Elizabeth, Mr Garducci will be ready for you in five minutes, I would
ask that you hand me your article and read these terms and
conditions.’
Her frail hand wavered slightly as she passed me a sheet of paper
which told me what I already knew. It explained that the article that
I had written would be judged against the other competitor, Jennifer,
and the best one would be awarded the promotion. The title I had
been given was, Prince Charmings’ do exist. This is pretty ironic,
as I don’t have anyone let alone a prince charming. I was feeling like
I was fourteen again sitting outside the principal’s office, waiting to
be called in and punished, although the only punishment today
would be having to hear Jennifer and her gloating. If that were the
case, I would go home, snuggle on the sofa and eat chocolate until I
was sick, watching all the reruns of Will and Grace to my heart’s
desire. Now that, was appealing.
I felt a smile fall on my face which was instantly wiped off
when Jennifer strolled out of the office with a smug grin on her face.
This radiated around the room and made my stomach clench in
anger and restraint, for not marching straight over there to wipe
that smug grin off of her face and with that a surge of nauseating
worry swept over me. For I realised that I had no hope what so ever.
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By Rebecca Harvey 10V
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