NONE OF THESE STORIES ARE TRUE AND MOST OF THE CHARACTERS ARE MADE UP FROM MY IMAGINATION!!!!!
Hello, Ms. Laura McBeall!
I opened my eyes and the bright sun blinded me. I blinked over to my alarm clock, it was 7:00am! At 10:00am I had my interview. I had just finished college, and was looking for a writing post in the New York Times. When I finally arose, it was 7:30am and I had a bowl of Lucky Charms (They are magically delicious!) I got dressed into this nice and tight, white business-like knee-shirt, a halter-back black shirt with a pair of red Mary-Janes. Then I climbed into my small (but expensive) smart car and drove off to my worst night-mare.
When I arrived at the head office of one of the most famous newspapers, if not the, in New York, The New-York Times. I parked in the guest parking, but thought hopefully, soon I would be parking in the employee parking. As I looked up into the take off of my career, or the downfall of my whole life.
I waited in the comfy lounge for someone too come and take me to the boss. After half-an-hour, I got up and went to the reception and they told me I should go up myself. I wandered up onto the second level, following the list of turn right then left and follow the smell of really bad cafeteria food. When I arrived at the office I remembered that I was presenting myself at the boss of New York Times!
I stepped inside and was welcomed by a smart young man who seated me and told me to wait a second. Then a short yet buff young man stepped in holding what looked like a reseme’. Oh, here it goes! and many other thoughts raced into my mind. Then he sat down and started to ask me questions like; Have you had any expiriences with big journalisiam companies? Which I replied with a; does being a personal assistant to the head of the Boston Globe count?! What position or what section would you like to work in? Politics or Sports. And various other questions.
”Hold on. I need to go and get a cup o’ coffee from my back machine. Do ya want one? Dark or normal? Bold or Mild? Sugar or Milk?” the big-shot asked.
“Is this gonna count on my final grade?” I asked, joking. “Nahh.. I will have a normal light sugar and milk, and definantly mild! Please, and thank-you.”
“Nothin’ to it,” he replied and walked away. Fine! I had to admitt he was kinda cute (and rich!), but I had better things to worry about than how big his wallet was or how nice he kissed.
Now I had another temptation, to look at my score so far. I mean wouldn’t anyone like to now if they were gonna pass or fail a test half way through?! So I peeked, yes you caught me red-handed! I looked at my reseme’! I immediatly saw that this wasn’t my reseme’! It was listed as Laura McBeall. My name is Danielle Anderson! Oh, great! But I was doing pretty good! When he gets back, I will tell him that my name was Danielle Anderson, not some Laura dude! But then he would know I looked at my resems’ and sonething would happen. So I would leave it.
When he returned I tried to stall. I kept telling him I was named after my grandma; Danielle-Rose. But he would NOT listen.
” Look, that is great but we need to get your reseme’ done so you can know sooner,” he sighed and continued.
“You know my name; Danielle Rose Anderson. Now what is your name?’ I asked quickly.
“You know my name; I am the boss of this company. I mean I am Billy Fredricks!” Mr. Fredricks breathlessy gasped.
“Ohhhh… yes…. now I remember! I meet you at this journalist course and you were giving a speech!” I made this up on the spot. I had never met Mr. Billy Fredricks before. Or not that I now of!
“Now! Just to tell you, you have past! I will double check to see if I need any spaces in the sports and politics section of my paper!” finally replied Billy F., kinda annoyed.
“Hey, just to tell ya,” I said innocently after he handed me the paper to look at, “this aint my paper. My name is Danielle Anderson. This is Laura McBeall!”
“What? Are you kidding? Ohhh… wait a sec….. you have it upside-down! That is why you couldn’t read it right, Ms. Laura McBeall,” Billy chuckled.
“Oh right,” was all I could say. I bet you I was hot-red in the cheeks! I had stalled all that just to find out I was reading it upside-down! Luckily that I hadn’t gone into the extreme plan…. ask himprivate questions like…. What color are your undies? Do you like Starbucks Coffee or Dunkin’ Donuts? Are you wearing the new men’s Zara after-shave? So I will soon be parking in the employee parking lot!
Good Idea Gone Bad!
“What are the rules?” asked the strict father. “Huh?!”
“No running away, no shouting and…. what was it… oh NO FIGHTING!” Annie (the older sister)sarcastically replied.
“Don’t you be a cheek or…” Father started to stride to his daughter but got a look from his quiet yet bossy wife.
“Here father, let me unpack the picnic bag,” offered the kind and polite little brother Jimmy.
“Sucker,” muttered Annie under her breath. When the Butler Family arrives at the local park, the smiling faces of the nearby couple droop and wither as they get to up to leave. Luckily, Father didn’t notice.
“Goo..GA-GOOOO! DUH Ga Se MOOG!” says the little baby sister, they nickname her Lil’ Sasha, or as Annie calls her Lil’ Brain Sasha.
“YES! ALREADY! We don’t care about your dumb dinner!” angrily arose Annie (who can crack very quickly).
“Now, now. Don’t be a grumpy-guss,” her mother gave her the traditional cold stare. Father and Jimmy packed out the late lunch and flowed the blanket open.
“I didn’t want to come anyway,” muttered Annie under her breath. When her father reluctantly handed her a sandwich, Annie grabbed it and immediately saw her boyfriend, then running over to sit with him, tossing her Pb&j sandwich.
“COME BACK HERE MISSY!” her father was about to shout out after her, but saw his wife and thought better of it. The rest of that lunch he kept glancing at his daughter and grumbling.
“Annabelle Nora Butler! We are leaving with you or NOT!” Father Butler shouted over his shoulder as he swiftly stalked away.
“Well, this is a good idea gone bad!” muttered Mother Butler.
