photo?” Paula asked, looking at her photo more closely. Legend turned away from her and looked at Jenny, not knowing what do, how to answer the question, debating if a lie should follow or perhaps the truth should just flow out.
Legend faced Paula again, replying, “Oh, I’m thirteen years old here.”
Eyes widening so far that the make-up under Paula’s eyes began to crumble, Paula couldn’t believe that Legend told the truth. “Most girls tell me a lie when I ask that.” Paula smiled at Legend, wiped away some of the crumbles of mascara that cracked and fell near her pupils of brown, and then noticed Legend pulling her red scarf close to her face. “Do you have a cold, Miss Conaway?” Legend pulled the scarf closer to her image, attempting to hide herself more, including the lie she didn’t want to birth.
She didn’t know whether to lie or not, fib or stretch the truth, so she said the first words that came to her mind. “No, I just don’t want you to see my face.” Legend was sad when she answered her, but Paula still smiled toward her again.
“My God, no girl has ever been so truthful with me before,” Paula stated. She turned to Steve and noticed him looking at Legend, too. Steve winked his right eye at Paula and gave a grin. Silence took over the meeting and now it was up to guessing Steve’s facial expressions to guide Paula’s next actions. So, she put down the stamper and grabbed the other one. She pressed it down hard on Legend’s picture and said, “Have a nice day. Oh, and for future references, I would get professional photos of yourself.” Legend grabbed the photo, turned around to face Angelica and Jenny, walked up to them quickly, and cried behind her scarf.
“I can’t look at it, what did she put down?” Legend asked, handing her photo to Jenny. Jenny read it and then handed it to Angelica. Legend tried to study Jenny’s reactions after her eyes perceived the picture, but she couldn’t decipher whether it was a good reaction or not. All Jenny did was smile, but to Legend, she tried to understand whether it was a sympathetic smile or a grin of positive shock.
“Well, it says ‘Approved’,” exhaled Jenny. Legend gave out a scream, hugging Angelica and Jenny at the same time, while Paula observed her moment of prosperity and smirked toward it. A wave of justifiable yet unusual happiness surfaced Legend’s aura, soul and body, brushing her hair like a calm memory, soothing her goose bumps like a delicate rose flushing against every one of them. Her eyes opened a little bit more, her posture stood a little bit straighter than before, and the scarf she wore was forgotten about more and more. Time was still and Legend, motionless and in awe, was shocked that she actually passed the part of this huge event without lying at all. It was as if she knew, just like with her whole life, that she would be turned down at once because of her face, and being used to this ritual, it was hard for her to get used to being on the other side of the line.
It is the line that separates dreamers from those who accept the reality they have, and Legend never received a chance, like she got now, to see the other side of it. Everything moved much faster the more she realized what happened, so quickly that the time she thought stopped or stood still was actually an error to her spirit. It was really racing, sprinting faster than she ever imagined. Happiness was quick and sadness was slow is what Legend learned while she still gazed at the ‘Approved’ stamp on her photo.
“Oh, Legend, here’s the information for the event, and also you can wait in the lobby. We’ll be giving a small presentation to those who were invited,” Paula said, handing Legend the brochures. Legend’s excitement caused happiness that raced faster than her thoughts, forced her to run away from Jenny and Angelica, and run up to the doorway of the ballroom. It was as if she was trying desperately to keep up with the speed
Legend faced Paula again, replying, “Oh, I’m thirteen years old here.”
Eyes widening so far that the make-up under Paula’s eyes began to crumble, Paula couldn’t believe that Legend told the truth. “Most girls tell me a lie when I ask that.” Paula smiled at Legend, wiped away some of the crumbles of mascara that cracked and fell near her pupils of brown, and then noticed Legend pulling her red scarf close to her face. “Do you have a cold, Miss Conaway?” Legend pulled the scarf closer to her image, attempting to hide herself more, including the lie she didn’t want to birth.
She didn’t know whether to lie or not, fib or stretch the truth, so she said the first words that came to her mind. “No, I just don’t want you to see my face.” Legend was sad when she answered her, but Paula still smiled toward her again.
“My God, no girl has ever been so truthful with me before,” Paula stated. She turned to Steve and noticed him looking at Legend, too. Steve winked his right eye at Paula and gave a grin. Silence took over the meeting and now it was up to guessing Steve’s facial expressions to guide Paula’s next actions. So, she put down the stamper and grabbed the other one. She pressed it down hard on Legend’s picture and said, “Have a nice day. Oh, and for future references, I would get professional photos of yourself.” Legend grabbed the photo, turned around to face Angelica and Jenny, walked up to them quickly, and cried behind her scarf.
“I can’t look at it, what did she put down?” Legend asked, handing her photo to Jenny. Jenny read it and then handed it to Angelica. Legend tried to study Jenny’s reactions after her eyes perceived the picture, but she couldn’t decipher whether it was a good reaction or not. All Jenny did was smile, but to Legend, she tried to understand whether it was a sympathetic smile or a grin of positive shock.
“Well, it says ‘Approved’,” exhaled Jenny. Legend gave out a scream, hugging Angelica and Jenny at the same time, while Paula observed her moment of prosperity and smirked toward it. A wave of justifiable yet unusual happiness surfaced Legend’s aura, soul and body, brushing her hair like a calm memory, soothing her goose bumps like a delicate rose flushing against every one of them. Her eyes opened a little bit more, her posture stood a little bit straighter than before, and the scarf she wore was forgotten about more and more. Time was still and Legend, motionless and in awe, was shocked that she actually passed the part of this huge event without lying at all. It was as if she knew, just like with her whole life, that she would be turned down at once because of her face, and being used to this ritual, it was hard for her to get used to being on the other side of the line.
It is the line that separates dreamers from those who accept the reality they have, and Legend never received a chance, like she got now, to see the other side of it. Everything moved much faster the more she realized what happened, so quickly that the time she thought stopped or stood still was actually an error to her spirit. It was really racing, sprinting faster than she ever imagined. Happiness was quick and sadness was slow is what Legend learned while she still gazed at the ‘Approved’ stamp on her photo.
“Oh, Legend, here’s the information for the event, and also you can wait in the lobby. We’ll be giving a small presentation to those who were invited,” Paula said, handing Legend the brochures. Legend’s excitement caused happiness that raced faster than her thoughts, forced her to run away from Jenny and Angelica, and run up to the doorway of the ballroom. It was as if she was trying desperately to keep up with the speed
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