All American Girl
None of the characters in this story belong to me,With the exception of Carla
Honestly, I'm so sick of this.
You make one mistake, one tiny little mistake and the whole country holds it over your head.
It's not enough that you saved the president's life apparently.
Oh no, that doesn't count.
How can they even believe Dauntra?
After all we'd been through together, protesting against Stan's constant checking of our bags, watching the more interesting videos when we were meant to be working, even when I bailed her out, several times by covering her shift, I just don't know how she could've done it.
Turns out, Dauntra wasn't really who I thought she was. The Midnight Ebony and Flamingo Pink haired rebel, who always wanted her own way and got involved in things, and with people, that weren't any good for her.
No, she was a reporter.
She'd been an actress at one point in her life and even though she's made my life hell I've got to admit she was good, turning up in styles even Gwen would kill to wear, questioning my beliefs, finding out my likes, my dislikes and where I've gone wrong in life.
She sold her big expose to the New York Journal for no less than a million dollars. How they had that sort of money I'll never know. From what I've heard they're pretty stingy, especially in the art department.
All those shifts spent discussing each other, I never realised that no matter how much I tried, the conversation always seemed to veer onto me and my opinions.
I even played the honesty game with her and Carla at the Christmas do, after we'd abandoned Stan in a pub nearby.
All that time I never realised.
And look what it's done to me.
Not that my family care. They're all still obsessing over how Lucy has finally got a "nice" boyfriend and how much better Harold is for her than Jack ever was.
Not that I'm dissing Lucy, I just wish they'd be a little bit more supportive.
Thing is, during the honesty game, they asked me how far I'd gone with David.
They promised it would never leave that circle and that they wouldn't tell anyone.
Yeah right.
Carla kept her end of the deal, Dauntra spilt it all.
How David and I had "enjoyed" our time at Camp David and how we were hoping to get engaged.
What bull.
Engaged? We're still in high school for Gods sake.
David has been my rock, I love him so much and I hope he knows this and he's stuck in this mess with me.
They're all calling the president a hypocrite now, his return to family program obviously doesn't work, they said.
Now my name is everywhere in the press again and my parents still won't let me quit my job at Potomac.
Even though Dauntra might still be there.
Well, my first shift since the report is tomorrow night.
I just hope she's not there.
Otherwise I might have to tarnish my reputation some more.