The girl picked at the skin around her fingernails unconsciously as she nervously stared at the door. She wasn't a typically nervous person but her brain was still finding all the possible ways that the interview could go wrong.
Her skin was turning red and raw but her mind was still looping around. 'Shit' she whisper-swore to herself as she started bleeding.
Hastily, her eyes darted over to the table next to her, which was piled with magazines such as 'Times' and all the latest tabloids. She swore that 'Times' existed purely for the purpose of waiting areas (the subject of that day's argument with her friend, Astrid).
Arielle snagged a tissue and pressed it to her thumb just before the secretary walked over and called her into the interview room. The whole incident with the bleeding had distracted her for a moment, but the butterflies were back.
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Forgotten Past
General FictionArielle Richelieu is a relatively normal 16-year-old from Osprey, Florida. Sure, she's smart, and attends one of the nation's best schools but that's not really news. But, as it turns out, nothing is ever as it seems, and it all starts with a fairly...
