Against Better Judgement

Chapter 1 : The Interview

The splish-splashing sound of the rain soothed the anxiety that flushed my body. I grabbed my camera, impatiently walked over to the window sill and admired the drenched streets of Birmingham. I pulled the camera up to my face and began to capture some of the things I thought were quite interesting; the little girl in an oversized raincoat and wellies jumping from one puddle to the other creating lots of movement. Or the shopkeepers, who are standing outside their shops, both hands on hips looking at people rushing to get home.

As the rain began to stop, I placed the camera on my bed and walked into the bathroom. I pressed my palms hard into the outline of the sink to try to stop the shakiness flowing through them. I lifted my head up and stared at my reflection in the mirror. My dark hair looked frizzy and had lost most of the bouncy curls at the bottom ever since the interview this morning. The interview.

I undressed myself, carelessly dropping every clothing piece to the floor. I felt shivers running down from my shoulders as I felt the warm drops caress my skin.

I think the interview went well.

Is it enough to get me the job? The burning looks of the two women made me doubt myself on so many occasions. From my perspective, they held no sympathy. I was quite satisfied with how I put myself across until the one question towards the end.

"Thank you for coming, Miss... Miss... I'm sorry but what's your name again dear?". Her cheecks puffed out as I couldn't find the strength to reply politely. "Victoria Lancaster." I replied with a brusque expression. "Oh, yes Miss Lancaster, of course". She had my papers right in front of her. However, the minute I stepped out of the what seemed like a million-story building, I regretted the cold respond back.

I stepped out of the shower wrapping a towel around my body and tucking it in under my arm. I brushed my still damp hair and pulled vigorously to get rid of any tangles. I dropped the brush at the sink and walked towards my bed. Droplets of water slid down my silky legs making the shivers flood my legs and body once again. I pulled down the blinds and proceeded to get dressed into an oversized shirt and loose shorts.

I threw myself onto the bed and gazed at the empty ceiling until my eyes became heavy. Many thoughts flooded my head subconsciously. By the time I realised, I switched off the lights, and so did I.