Amelia had everything- family, friends, a promising future- the sky was the limit. But just like that everything was taken from her. One moment she's planning her high school graduation party the next she's laying on a therapist's couch. It was as i...
I snatched my keys off my desk in my dorm room and quickly flung my handbag over my shoulder. After spending an hour in the bathroom straightening my hair I had completely lost track of the time. My roommate, Aralyn, was still half asleep. Yeah, waking up around noon was pretty typical for her.
Yeah, she's the lucky one.
I tiptoed my way across the room, doing my absolute best to not step on the creakiest parts of the floor. I reached out my hand to twist the doorknob, and just when I thought I was in the clear, Aralyn turned over to face me.
"Amelia? What are you doing up so early?" she asked as she rubbed her eyes open.
My eyebrows drew together. I stole a look at my phone to read the time. Early? Was this girl aware that is was nearly one in the afternoon. Even if it was a Saturday is it really necessary to sleep half the day away? I guess that's college life for you.
"Aralyn, it's a quarter after one," I explained. Which reminded me, I was going to be super late to my interview.
Without another thought, I placed a paper copy of my resume into a sleek, clear folder before storing it away in my bag.
"Well, good afternoon then," she giggled. "Where are you heading out to?" She sat up in her bed. Her skeptical eyes began to study my appearance from head to toe. She tapped her chin in suspicion.
"Let's see here. You did your hair and put on a thicker amount of makeup, which makes me guess that you're going on a date."
A date? My eyes followed her movements as she slid out of bed over to our coffee maker. She popped the lid open and poured a good amount of water in the side and took out a scoop for the coffee grounds.
"I'm not going on a date."
"Well clearly not in those clothes," she smirked. Was a navy blue pant suit no longer the thing to wear to an interview?
I rolled my eyes. "I'm going for my interview today at the Health Center." There was no way that she forgot about my interview today when it's been the only thing I've been talking about for the past two weeks. Then again, Aralyn is the type of girl that will help you plan a surprise party and then show up looking surprised.
"That's right, you're applying for that assistant- secretary position right? Don't worry you're going to knock their pants off," she smiled. "By the way, I took the liberty of looking Dr. Broderick up on my laptop. And for the record, I wouldn't mind trying to get his pants off."
I rolled my eyes once more at her deviant smile and flirtatious winking. Even when we were children, Aralyn was always the dirty minded one.
"One day you're going to meet someone that is just as sexually twisted as you are," I informed her.
Aralyn sat down at her desk and fired up her laptop. "I look forward to that day," she mused.
I had finally made it to senior year at Macon University with only two more weeks until graduation. By the end of my freshmen year, I declared my major in Psychology.
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