Once Upon A Nightmare ♥JG (on hold)

Chapter 7

My hands were clammy, and my mind was a wreck. I was contemplating what I was gonna say. Here I was in the palace, in the room assigned to me, going over what would be asked.

'How did you and Jack meet?"

"Was it love at first sight?"

"How did he woo you?"

"When and how did he propose?"

"What do you're parents think?"

"Do you think it was luck?"

I was always a pretty good liar, and I could talk my wat out of any situation, but the pressure of the world watching is a little unnerving.

Relax, its just a few people.
Yeah a few billion

I scoffed and hit myself in the face with the paper going over my questions.

I have exactly, twenty two hours, forty three minutes, and ten seconds until the actual interview. If I'm becoming this flustered and... scared .
The idea of fumbling over my words and stuttering and embarrassing -not only myself- but Jack as well, set me into a panic.

Oh god.

'Calm down Genny' I told myself
'Its just an interview, a harmless thirty minute interview' I scolded myself because, 1: I wasn't helping decrease the nervousness I had in this situation 2: I am overreacting, but I can't help it 3: Just suck it up.

Okay, I took a deep breath and answered one of the questions.

"Me and Jack met at an event at..." I trailed thinking of a event they'd know about.

This is gonna be a lot harder than I thought.

"Scratch that" I sighed

"Me and my baby " the word fell so foreign - like my tongue. I've never called any one baby, nor have I ever really said it. It feels weird.

"at an event both of our families attended. Its something I could never forget" I continued, and eventually the lies start coming naturally and I eased into this.

"Rehearsing I see?" I turned to see a smirking Sam at my door.

I sighed playfully, rolling my eyes with a humorous intention.

"This is the most stressful thing ever. I have never felt so much pressure to lie" I admitted in a joking manner.

Its true, growing up lying to my mom was something I constantly did. She was always so mean and cruel, the verbal abuse, mental abuse, physical abuse, all to  make me the perfect girl.
My whole life, I've been prompted and pampered basically trained to willingly give myself over to him. As if my soul purpose in life was to be at his beckon call. It gave me and uneasy feeling and my mind drifted back to the memories of my mother.

"Is this what you want?" My mother yelled, shoving the print out picture in my face.