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...
Two days had passed since my interview with Dr. Broderick. My horrid interview.
I managed to put the unpleasant memory of me running out of the man's office with tears visibly in my eyes. By the time I got back to my car more than half of my makeup had already rolled down my face. I was thankful enough that when I returned back to the dorm room Aralyn was nowhere to be seen. I hate having her see me in such a state. Considering, I was in no right mind to explain what happened.
She did, however, return not too long after asking how the interview had gone. With a straight face I lied through my teeth.
"It was okay."
I watched her unpack her bag, and with a jump she flopped on top of her bed. A devilish smile peeled her lips. "Just okay?"
Nodding my head, I fought to stay focused on my laptop where I was working on my last paper for my eighteenth century english class. With the topics of great societal differences, marriage expectations, and the power of money; what greater novel to choose than Jane Austen's famous story of Pride and Prejudice? My mind immediately traveled back to the waiting room where I awaited for Dr. Broderick. Memories of the massive dark wooden shelves flashed through my head like a film wheel. Dozens of books of all sizes and colors lined the walls that were begging to be opened.
I wanted to ask if he had read even all of them, because I wasn't even sure that someone was capable of reading half of them. There had to have been over a hundred between the books in the reception area and the ones that sat in his office. Did he ever read Pride and Prejudice? If he did, would he be attracted to opinionated Elizabeth Bennett or her delicate sister Jane Bennett?
Well one thing is for certain, this man was no Mr. Darcy.
"What was Dr. Broderick like? Was he as sexy in person as he looked in his photos?" Aralyn asked with the excitement of a school girl.
I finished typing the first sentence to my conclusion paragraph. As much as I wanted to squeal about the gorgeous Doctor that had knelt less than a few inches away from me, I couldn't bring myself to do so. My stomach still felt like it was twisted in knots from my hyperactive emotions that decided to make a grand appearance during my interview.
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The words fell out of my mouth with little enthusiasm. "He was good looking."
"Was he impressed by your glossy resume that you spent a week putting together?"
Was he impressed by my resume? I mean he'd spent close to five minutes just reading through it. But does that necessarily mean that he was dazzled? Come to think of it, we never actually spoke about what was on my resume. He had asked me how old I was when I first started working, and that's when everything turned to shit.
I ended up speaking about my past like it was nothing.
That son of a bitch got inside our head and we didn't even realize it until now!
