The Decision.

Chapter Seven.

          Yesterday I got a message from a Publisher I applied to. I have always wanted to be a writer, a passionate hobby I always had as a child. Everyone during their childhood would want to be a singer or a rich or famous.

I would be the girl who wanted something different, when we did creative writing during English I would be the girl who was excited doing them at topic, I would be the girl who always got excited and wrote a lot.

My dreams should be coming true today, I hope so. So what am I ranting about exactly?'

Today I am going for a interview with Vicky from HarperCollins Publisher.

I am standing here, my figure showing in the mirror. My brown hair has cascaded down to my chest, it is naturally curly. My sky blue eyes looking back at me. The red dress I am wearing is clinging to my side's showing my curves. It stops closing in around a inch or two above my knee. I slip on a black blazer over my bare shoulders, making my shoulders warm.

I have black heels on, making my height grow increase. I grab my hang bag, slipping my purse and phone in I make my way downstairs, nervous and anxiety is taking over.

My breathing is now beginning to increase, as I enter the kitchen. Melissa is now standing over the oven, taking and placing strips of bacon onto the plate, before taking the finished strips into two larger plates.

She turns around, noticing me she smiles, "Wow! Look at you, all grown up. Going for a writing interview" She said to me, her mouth twitching  into a smile.

I smile back, a forced smile. "Yeah, I know. It feels like yesterday I just meet you. Melissa, what if they don't like me or I'm not good enough for them?" I ask, sighing as I walk over to the table.

Melissa sighs before she sets the plates down, she then sits down facing me. Her brown her is in a messy bun and her green eyes are tired. She must of not got any sleep last night because of the neighbours. They party a lot, and if I do get the job an  if I do have to move I won't miss their parties.

As I stab the sausage, I shove it in my mouth careful not to get bean sauce on my dress or blazer. After breakfast is.over, I get up wiping my mouth I take one last gulp of tea before I clean the dishes, looking at the time. The clock reads 9:30AM.

I sit down, Melissa opposite me, "Look, you know when we went to the cafe? And I said Scott and I said I would apply. Well I got in, and now your going to university and you could be author" She said to me, her eyes watering.

I look at her, my eyes beginning to water. "I know, I will miss you! We can visit, skype, text or even call. Goddamn it, your making my make-up smudge, I have to go. But I will see you when I come home. Alright?" I question her, sighing I stand up. 

She stands up, carrying the plates over to the sink, turning around nodding her head. She walks over to me, hugging my body as she does. I wrap my hands around her waist, for a few minutes. We finally let go, I see her eyes brimming with tears. 

I let out a funny laugh, before I pick my bag up, placing it on my shoulder. Melissa gives me one quick hug, before we depart. Leaving the house, the cold breeze blowing at my bare thighs, making me shiver slightly. As I continue walking, the cars speeding by. The traffic lights turning red, then orange, then green every few minutes. 

As I continue to walk down the street, I spot some people giving me looks. Some smiling, I continue to walk down the road. After I enter the shop, Vicky asked me to meet her. When I walk in, the doorbell rings, echoing through the room.

I sigh looking around, what does Vicky look like? 

I sigh as I hear someone call my name, "Gemma! Vicky here, come over!" I hear the female voice yell. My head snaps 'round to see a blonde haired women. Her hair cascaded down to her breasts, her red lips are formed in a smile and her blue eyes are gleaming.