There are glow-in-the-dark stars on my ceiling.
They've been there glowing faithfully
on my bedroom ceiling ever since I was twelve years old. I remember how excited I was when I got them. The first night, I stared at the ceiling all night and counted them all. I remember how everyone I showed laughed at me and told me it was stupid. They all told me I was to old for daydreaming and glow in the dark stars. Well not everyone, my mother had just smiled and looked at me with her big blue eyes wide. I remember I didn't care because I liked them.
I don't really know why I'm thinking about them right now of all times. I like to think of them when I feel scared or nervous. I happen to be both scared andnervous right now.
I hate waiting rooms. Probably because it has the word waiting in it. I hate waiting. It makes me so anxious and paranoid and nervous. I can't help but notice all the stereotype waiting room stereotypes coming true in this room. The walls are a very bland shade of white, there are trashy gossip tabloids and cheesy women's health magazines scattered on the table and the lighting is dismal. Does anybody like waiting rooms? I mean the only times your ever in a waiting room is when your getting bad news or when you really want something but your forced to sit and wait in what seems almost prison like until your allowed to get what you need.
Here's the thing, I need money. As a 19 year old college dropout, who is practically an orphan, that lives alone in a flat in London, money is kind of vital to my lifestyle. I just quit my job as a waitress at a bar due to the horrible customers. I hated that job. This is the first interview for a real job I have ever had in my life and I'm freaking out. It's not just because I need a job but it's because I want this job.
"Evangeline Turner?" a woman's voice breaks my train of thought as she appears in the doorway. She looks amazingly high class wearing tall red glossy high heels and a very businesslike pencil skirt. Her dark skin glows looking almost too perfect. She looks like most people would after serious retouching.
I perk my head up and scramble to stand up and greet her, "That would be me, I'm Evangeline, most people call me Evan though." I tell her as politely as possible giving her a small smile. I don't know what my parents were thinking when they named me Evangeline. Only my dad ever called me Evangeline anyway, to everyone else I have always been Evan.
She seems a little surprised to see me which worries me. That's not usually what you want the person interviewing you to do. She lets out a small sigh and shrug, and replaces her shock with a warm smile revealing perfectly straight white teeth.
"Great!" She gives me a warm smile "I'm Miranda Scott, head of hiring here at Nova Makeup Agency London" she extends her arm and we shake hands. She has a very firm shake that leaves my hand in a little bit of pain. She looks me over head to toe, and shakes her head, grinning the whole time, "Well aren't you adorable!" She exclaims as she looks over my outfit which consists of dark skinny jeans a patterned lacy white blouse and a warm navy knit cardigan. I wear a long line of bangles and rubber bands on my wrists, the bangles clang and jingle whenever I move. My converse are a little bit out of place with the outfit but I don't really have any other shoes. I've worn converse basically everyday since third grade.
"Thank you so much," I say graciously not able to say anything else because of my utter amazement that Miranda Scott, head of hiring at Nova Makeup Agency London has just called me adorable. I can feel myself blushing a little bit. I don't usually take compliments very well.
"No problem," she waves her hand as if it's no big deal. She looks closer at me again still inspecting me closely, "Oh my god your eyes are gorgeous!" she informs me complimenting me again. I'm trying to figure out if she's one of those people who just compliments people all the time or if she is being genuine. "That's so interesting that their different colors! Have they been that way since birth?" She asks seeming genuinely interested.
