Selena's Secret

Chapter Eight:Taking the part

Chapter Eight: Taking the part

Alex took the seat that cake face left a minute ago. I glance between him to Mr. Robert.

"Do you know what inside this folder Ms. Inkheart?"

Warning red lights pop inside my head. Do they know? I asked myself mentally panicking. No. They don't know. They don't know anything. Composing myself and narrowing my eyes at him, "Nope unless you show it to me."

"This is from Mr. Rease. It contain files about you and a memo saying that you have to join the staff."

"Oh."

"Alex here is the Editor-in-Chief of the academy paper." I glance at the stoned face Alex. "And I'm Dexter Robert. I'm the staff adviser. So, starting fron this moment your one of the staff."

"Figures. Besides it's one of his ridiculous conditions so I guess I don't really have a choice." I said, rolling my eyes.

"Your job is a field reporter. It's not that hard right?"

I think about it for a moment then nod. "I guess."

Mr. Robert examined the papers inside the folder. "You have an impressive file here. And your-a full scholar. Must take a lot of brain to get that. I'm beyond impress."

"Thank you." I murmured, hating the compliment.

"Alex, take Ms. Inkheart to her table at the staff office." Alex nodded and motioned for me to go first. Who ever said chivalry is dead is a fool. What really puzzled me is his stoned face and the blank look his giving me right now. I thought....

"Your desk is here." I must have zoned out all the way because we are now standing inside a huge room with lined tables and round chairs. There is a glass office inside the room which I suspect is Alex's own office. What a lucky bastard. I look at my lifeless desk and sat on the cushioned seat. Hmm. Still comfortable.

"I thought I'm a field reporter?" I glanced up at him. He leaned at the side of the desk, crossing his broad arms.

He clicked his tongue. "Yeah, but Mr. R insist that you have your own desk. Besides your going to be a consultant here. Which by the way, I do not agree and need." So, that's the cause of his rude mood toward me. Crossing my ankles, pursing my lips, I looked at him with interest.

"Must have hit your ego hard when your in this sour mood." I smirked, throwing him a knowing look. He snorted.

"Even though I want to have a meaningful chit chat with you, I have work to do." He leaned away from the desk and started walking toward his office.

"So am I." I said getting up and rub my hands like a villain having a sinister plan going inside it's head. "I'm going out. Gotta go and grab that story. I don't want to disappoint anyone."

"Sweetheart, I think the story your talking about is non other than yourself. With all the scenes your causing around it's worth a crappy column in the paper." He said without glancing, waving me off.

"Jerk." I mumbled.

*****
I waved goodbye at Sam. Shoving my hands inside my front pocket, which I usually do. Fidgeting- shit! Where's my keys?

I patted both my pockets and opened it wider. Praying that my set of keys is there.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

I retrack my steps toward the cafeteria and looked under the table where Sam and I have seated a minute ago. Oh gosh! Darn it!

"Where are you keys? Pop out now." I pulled my lips between my teeth and crawled under the tables. A memory of me, flashed suddenly in my mind, throwing something on the cafeteria trash bins. I stupidly straightened my back under the table and hit the crown of my head. Groaning I rubbed my head, crawling out of the stupid table. I stood up and watched with wide eyes, gasping. Cursing myself for being careless.

I saw the full trash bins a while ago, now completely empty. I cannot believe my eyes.

"Are you kidding me right now?" I glanced up, breathing hard. My left eyebrow twitch. "What the hell! Could this day get any worst!"

I held my breath, pinching my nose from the foul smell surrounding me. Rotting meat with maggots starting to almost cover the surface, a too long old cheese which has molds all over it, peels of fruits and more unexplainable horrific sights in front of me. I think I want to throw up. This academy might claimed as the most pretigious school but they suck in garbage disposal. I briefly closed my eyes, debating why I need to conquer my disgusting and fear to step on that horrid dumpster.

Simply because those keys are your dorm keys and car keys. Not so important I must say. The nagging voice inside my head spoke for the first time.

Groaning, I took a step and nearly lost my balance with a peel of banana under my shoes. I steaded my self in time, putting a hand above my chest. I sighed in relief.

Remember Selena you have face worst environment when you are still training. This is nothing compared to those. You can do this. Huffing, hating myself for doing this. I grab the side edge of the dumpster in front of me and jump inside. Vile threatened to rose from my stomach making me gag but I strongly held it in. I loosened and pulled my tie around my neck and tie it around my nose. It make a slight difference but it's still okay.

I started to rummage around looking for that stupid keys. After what felt like eternity have passed, I think I might have passed out inside. I need to be strong even this strong odor is much stronger. I can do this and find those naughty keys.

"Come out, come out where ever you are. Come back to mommy." I sing song. Inhaling the horrible odor, I clamped my mouth close. Taking note not to open my mouth inside again.

Something sparkling caught my eye and I almost shout for joy. I quickly grab the silver keys and held it close to my chest like a baby. I never felt so happy. I immediately jumped out.

I nearly get out from my skin when I saw someone standing outside the dumpster. "Shit." I cursed, stunned.

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