Charlie slowly made her way down the hall to Sj's office.Still worked up over what she wanted to talk about. She reached the door, and gave it a soft knock.
Behind the door Sj yelled, "Come in." She slowly opened it, then closed it.
Sj was at her desk reading over something. She looked up at Charlie and gave her a smile.
"Have a seat." Pointing to the only chair in her office, besides the one she was in.
Sitting down, Sj started to talk. "So, I'm just going straight to the point. It's something you'll like. Trust me."
That made Charlie even more anxious.
Sj folded up her paper, putting it to the side. "There is a couple that you possible could go to."
Charlie's head shot up, eyes wide. "What?" She questioned.
"Yes, they would love to have you. That's only if all the files go through and they meet you."
No, Charlie thought. She didn't want to leave.
"Would you like that?" Sj asked.
Charlie's hands shook, she rushed out the office before Sj could say anything.
She felt blue.
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Blue
Short StoryBlue: of a color intermediate between green and violet, as of the sky or sea on a sunny day. Blue: (of a person or mood) melancholy, sad, or depressed.