To Kill A Witch

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Saturday, September 19
{109 days}
Noel Quinn

Her contempt body withered in the chair at her desk. Had she wanted the job this bad? Her internship was merely a joke among men. She seldom realized the peculiarity of everyone's snicker as she walked by in her four inch business heals, and a skirt that reached slightly above her abdomen.

The faint judgment of each person that passed by her tiny desk was ridicule to her thoughts. There wasn't a particular reason she found their thoughts funny, for they also had no reason to feel her work was uncanny and indignant. She felt that they each thought the same of her, but each companion was stung with bewilderment in a haze of jealousness.

Noel Quinn worked for a newspaper, and indeed a famous one at that. It was the newspaper that all the tri-state area would read, worship, or just flatly ignore, nevertheless it was known by all. She worked for The Daily Gold, a company that had no business being in their line of career. Partially because they were always late and always passing their deadlines; the reason why the hateful stares were always guided toward Noel was because she was in charge of interviews.

She was always equipped to meet her deadline; hardly did she distract herself from her work. Every day she basked in the essence of propriety, for the past three months she had tried to suppress the remorse of picking this profession as the one she would endure for the rest of her unstable life. Well, at least being an intern for the next year was something she wasn't looking forward to. Was it the compassion for her job that ailed her? Certainly.

Noel swiveled back and forth repetitively in her golf grass, green chair. She was waiting for noon so she could be assigned her next interview and then hopefully go home.

She still lived with her family, although most wouldn't like to admit that, she was more than happy to brag that she was so close to her parents and younger siblings.

She was the oldest out of her siblings. She has a fourteen-year old sister, Marianna. A sixteen year old brother, Noah. And her favorites, or so she told them often, her five year old twin brothers, sprint and runt. Their nicknames could tell everything about them. Brandon (sprint) was an ecstatic little boy who was constantly moving, or if he was aloud, running. Brent (runt) was the last born, he wasn't shorter than sprint or scrawnier, their parents just decided to call him that because he was second born. Brent was always following after Brandon no matter what he was doing. When the terrible two got into mischief, Brent always took the punishment and Brandon never gave hint that it was him.

Marianna was like any other hormonal teenager. She was constantly asking Noel what 'looked good' and like any good sister Noel would tell her the truth. Marianna was still in school and still chasing after boys. Noel was never like that in school; she ignored the opposite sex and kept her nose in her school books.

Noah, she was close to just the same as her other siblings. He was a heart throb at Malachi High School, the only public school in Foster County. His adorable heritage looks were just a bonus to his personality. He was always cracking jokes, and breaking down anyone. Only if he were to bust a mean joke on someone and he saw he hurt their feelings; he would beg and plead for their forgiveness than write them a voucher for one week of complements. Marianna, still sensitive of her appearance, had one written out to her all the time.

Her dad was an Italian beauty. But he had never had a "real" dad, so his last name was as of his mother's maiden. He had dark shiny brown hair and chocolate brown eyes. His very tan skin made his teeth shine all the more. Strangers could always tell who got their looks from whom. Because, her mother was a red head, but not screaming red more like an auburn color. She had the peachiest skin that was as clear as ocean water. She also, by Gods good grace, was an attractive woman, even though she was in her late thirties.