It was a big day in the news room today, and I was headed off to work. I slipped on my cream ruffle dress and a professional looking trench that I just bought, and of course my usual hat, today it would be a beanie. My notepad in pocket, I was about to head out the door when my mom came out of her bedroom looking sleepy.
"Big day huh?" She asked groggily.
"Yeah, some celebrities are visting New Orleans, pretty exciting," I said quietly.
"Aw, who cares. You know you are so celebrity obsessed, all that vain stuff is no good. And what, you're gonna write about what they were wearing or some crap?" my mom leaned against the wall, rambling on as usual.
"No, they are actually here to talk about hurricane protection, and here to help those still effected by Katrina," I corrected.
"Well whatever, anyway have a great day," she said sarcastically.
I rolled my eyes but sharp little pangs entered my chest. Why couldn't she just be supportive of me? I knew myself too. I was the type of person to let things bother me for a while, and then it would all come crashing in on me, and I'd destroy everything in sight. Worse than any old hurricane.
Well hopefully it wouldn't come to that I thought as I got in my little car and drove to work. Upon arriving I saw Sean Lafeyette and Sam Johnson, the most gorgeous guys in New Orleans walking down the street. Who knew, maybe the day wouldn't be so bad afterall.
But right now I had more important things to focus on. I head inside the large office building (well large for New Orleans) and upstairs to my desk. A thousand little post it notes surrounded the surface and my boss immediately approached me. Her name was Anne Motts, she was a pretty cool boss, but could be a real b*tch when she felt like it. It was a little bit like The Devil Wears Prada except maybe with the name changed to The Devil Wears Macy's and Nordstroms on a good day.
"Helena, my God you are finally here!" she exclaimed.
I looked at the clock and I was 10 minutes early, but I didn't say anything.
"There is so much to do, and the paper goes out in a WEEK! Did you finish the draft on your story about the New Orleans pet store disaster?"
Of course I had finished the draft. I had the easiest stories to work on, there was absolutely no challenge. When I had told my mom I was going to write about celebs that was just the fact I was HOPING to write about celebs and natural disasters, and other things important. Not some pet store running out of soap.
"Yes Anne, it's finished," I said fishing it out of my bag.
"Perfect, I'll have to proofread," she said beginning to rush away.
"Wait!" I called after her. "What about the hurricane Katrina story?"
"What about it?"
"Well, I didn't know if maybe I could work on it, or at least sit in and check it out?" I asked shyly. God I needed to work on my assertiveness.
"NO, you are too new!"
"But I've been here 3 months already," I protested.
"Look, you write the cutesy feel good stories beautifully. Stick to what you're good at," she said decidedly.
"Will you at least think about it? I think I would be a real help."
"You can be a real help by going in the editing room and making sure the layout is perfect. Perfect! It has to be!"
She was such a spaz. I knew my day would come though I would just have to wait. I nodded and walked to the editing room, but still that hurricane inside me was starting to form. I was sick of these damn "cute" stories. I was a journalist, well I wanted to be. Right now I felt like a little girl writing worthless stories, I wanted them to mean something. Someday I repeated to myself, someday.
Why I want this part:
Well for one I was on the high school and college newspaper for years so I can totally relate with this character! Also I just love Lucy Hales look, and can really get into the issue with her mom, we have a lot in common lets just say!
+helena marcell; twenty-two
she is; fufilling a lifelong dream even if it means loosing her mother.
occupation; writer for the local paper.
never without; note pad and pen, newspaper, hats.
dating status; single, but crushing on sam johnson. good thing it's mutual.
bio; helena has always wanted to be a journalist, but her mother always wanted her to be 'something more.' so imagine her happiness and her mother's disappointment when the local paper offered helena a job as a lead reporter. she's living her dream, but she can't stop feeling guilty for taking the job and saddening her mother. will she ever be able to enjoy her job?
model; lucy hale
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