job? She wondered to herself. She wasn't looking where she was going
and in consequence she ran into girl. They both fell down. 'I'm sorry!" the
girl shrieked, "I mean, I should watch where I'm going. This is the third time
this week!" "Chill Out! Its fine." Lena said through her teeth. It really wasn't
fine. nothing was fine. Everything was actually UN-fine. "Oh," the girl
smiled, "I'm Mindy." she held out her hand. Lena didn't shake it. "Um, this
is the part you tell me your name." said Mindy like she was talking to a
toddler. "I know!" Lena said angrily, "I just dont talk to clumsy morons."
Mindy swallowed the comment. "Where are you coming from anyway? The
counselor? isn't that where mental people go?" she taunted. Lena had to
think fast, "Actually I help out there, I'm the, uh, personal assistant!" Oh,
great. Now she had to convince the idiotic counselor to let her be his
assistant. She bit her tongue for not coming up with a better excuse. The
excuse, however idiotic it was, actually worked though. "Well," said Mindy,
"I wouldn't want to keep you from you job." She pranced off like she had
just won the argument. Oi Vey.
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