Meeting David

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by potatollama96

by potatollama96

Glancing over at the plastic digital clock on my desk, the red neon numbers blur together to form 2:57 am. I know that I have school the next day, but I feel completely and utterly exhausted from all the homework my teachers gave me that day. Signing, I decide to call it quits and turn towards my mirror to inspect my average looking face- chestnut brown hair, big doe-like eyes, and lashes that reached to the stars.

"Ugh," I think "I'm so ugly!"

Preparing to go to bed, I brew a cup of earl grey tea and curl up with my favorite book-- a 1933 version of Wuthering Heights, passed down to me from my great aunt's cousin. Flipping through the tattered pages, I knew that I was not like the other girls.

The next morning, I wake up to birds and the smell of cannabis permeating the room. After a long day of college, I take a taxi to my first job internship. Shaking with excitement and nerves, I smooth out the wrinkles in my nine hundred dollar Gucci skirt.

"Hello" a squeaky man voice interrupts my thinking.

Looking up, I see a giant man, with a forehead around a foot in length. He has a smug, but sexy look on his face. I can a faint blush rising to the top of my cheeks.

"I'm David. David Coleman" He said, reaching out his gorilla like palm to meet mine. "Are you here to apply to the CollegeBoard Internship?"

"Yes Mr. Coleman" I respond nervously, my voice shaking.

"Call me David" he responds, with a slight smirk.

"Y-y-Yes David" I say a blush creeping on my cheeks, turning my full face scarlet.

"David" asks me a couple of questions during the interview, specifically about the goal of the company. He tells me the goal of College Board is to steal the money of millions of teens around the United States.

I can't help but not pay attention to his talk, as I am enamored by his face. His shiny seven head gleams with sweat and the tears of all the children who cried when they were unable to submit their APs. His eyes glimmer with greed of charging $94 for an online test. He slicks back his greasy nonexistent hair back into his bald head as he points proudly to his Yale degree in the back of his office.

I am so overcome with emotions that I don't even know what to say. It seems like I don't even remember how to speak, but suddenly the perfect word comes to mind to describe this gorgeous man.

"Bitch" I mutter under my breath.