Picture Perfect

Chapter Twenty-Five: Heartbreaks and Cancelations

Sabrina Daniels
Avery was reclining on my limb the minute Megan emerged from the darkness into my bedroom. She insisted that we should instantly come to the living room as if it was an urgent emergency. We followed her and examined the ongoing interview that portrayed Francis and Kathy Lewis, the most famous reporter throughout America.

"So," Kathy said, "We're here today to dig deeper into this budding romance with this girl Sabrina Daniels, who came from Michigan all the way to see you!"

The oh-so-famous photograph of me and Francis was previewed on the big screen.

Francis folded his arms and smiled almost confidently, "Well, nothing's going on between me and her. Honestly, she's just the sister of my friend apparently. That's why I agreed to hang out with her. She's nothing to me but a friend. There's not much to tell except the fact that there's nothing going on between us and I want the rumors to take a hint already."

I froze. My hands started quivering and the droplets of tears were about to stream out of my eyes. Ave held my shoulder, attempting to pacify me. Francis continued his statement with a 'She's just a fan; you know I love my fans that's why I hang out with them at times.'

That made me shatter. I stormed out of the room and heard my body crash on my bed with a thump. He was so arrogant! He manipulated me, to get more views! Meg and Ave pushed me and I let out an angry sob. That stupid celebrity!

Meg shushed me as she stroked my arm. The calm knock at the door silenced us. I wiped the tears off my cheek and approached the door. I unbolted it to reveal Mr. Peterson.

"Mr. Peterson! Hi," I say a little too awkward.

"May I speak to you," He looked around, landing his eyes on my best friends. "Alone."

The two eavesdropped and they decided to go back to their dorms.

We sat transversely from another. I straightened my back and waited. He shook his head before telling me the horrible news. "Sabrina, I saw this interview with you and that celebrity. I know it must be hard and I think that you should go back to Michigan. Your dad needs you, and this internship has caused you extra stress that may have triggered your anxiety attacks to worsen."

I wept again. "You're saying, my i-internship is c-canceled?"

"I'm afraid so child." The professor stood up. "I am sorry; I'm just concerned about your family. I remembered how Sebastian was similar to you once your mom died. He was different. So I cut him some slack in my classes. And it helped, so I hope it'll help you."

He abandoned me without another sentence to say. Everything was ruined because of him. I angrily threw a pillow across the room before I returned to the kitchen for water and all I could remember was I began feeling dizzy and the next period of time, everything is pitch black.