Becoming Adamant [#1]

Chapter 12 - Interviews

So, here’s the thing: I know Blight told me last night, that I have to pretty much be feisty and spunk the entire day so that I can actually be someone else for five minutes in the interview. I just don’t expect that he’s the one making me feisty all day. Literally, he’s lucky to be my mentor, or else I seriously swear I would kill him.

During the night I sleep well…the picture of that bitch from 1 pops up once or twice, but it’s not like it scares me. If there’s one of us who should be sleeping in fear it’s her. Back to the point however, in the middle of my sleep, someone bloody scares the crap out of me…again! I never get to wake up by myself, do I? “Damn it, Blight! Leave me the hell alone!” I bark back at him from the floor. Yeah, that’s kind of a habit when people scare the shit out of me.

“I told you that you could be feisty all day as long as you could hold it together for five minutes later on. I guess I’m gonna have to work hard on pissing you off until that time comes…I know for you those five minutes would be like holding your breath.” Blight answers as he just stands there grinning as he looks at me. He wants to laugh so bad. I know it. It’s probably the one day he actually can annoy the crap out of me and we both know that it has to happen if I’m gonna be ‘behaving’ later on. “If you think this is gonna weigh up for the five minutes on that stage, you’re gonna have to do a lot better than that!” I say, but then I immediately regret it. Now I know he’s going to make my day even more hell.

I walk out of the room to see Blight and Lavio talk. Just that combination makes my queue to skip past and over to the breakfast table and get myself some food. I’m actually starving and I need to take advantage of this being the last day. From tomorrow on, I can’t snap my fingers anymore. I’ll have to find it myself. As I look at the table however, my usual preferred dish isn’t to be seen anywhere. I mean, I’ve created a habit of sorts and now it’s not there. “Blight, where is the stuff I eat?” I then ask him. I have no idea what it’s called. I just know it tastes good. He comes over to me. “Oh, that…yeah, sorry, kid, you slept extensively longer than the rest of us so we kind of ate it.” He answers.

My blood is literally boiling as I look up at him. “You ate it?!” I ask him, but then I just know. This is just another way he gets to me. I sigh deeply in frustration as I try to find something else that’s more or less eatable. My stomach doesn’t really want anything now that I can’t have what it craved the most. Great work, Blight! I’d actually commend you for this plan if it wasn’t working this well on me. I kind of hate him. Me and my empty disappointed stomach will just have to get over it.

Later on, I’m stuck with Lavio and his stylists to get me ready for this dreadful interview. I really don’t want to do this…make myself look pretty and stuff, because when it comes to Lavio, he really has no idea of how to make a 14 year old girl pretty. As if Blight hadn’t made things bad enough with the food and waking, here’s what’s even worse: Lavio’s dress. The entire top of the dress is made of wood, or something resembles it. God, I feel like this crap will choke me on stage. And when you’re nervous, it’s even worse, because then everything chokes you even though it’s nowhere near of doing so.

After Lavio is done, after hours and hours of helping me, Blight enters the room. The rest of the stylists leave as well. I can’t say I have been happier than I am when I see them leave. God, I can’t stand those people. As Blight comes in, I can tell he’s a bit taken aback when he sees my dress. Oh, just shut up, Blight. “Before you say this doesn’t look comfortable, I’ll just say it: it’s not comfortable.” I slightly bark at him. He simply shakes his head as he exhales. “Well, I can understand that.” He says as he sits down. Damn it, I’ve been told to not sit down at all. It would, and I’m quoting Lavio here, ‘ruin the dress’. Well, if you ask me, it was ruined when being put into existence.