Press conference
“I dreamt of being on TV as a journalist, not in the many ill ways I’ve been seen.” She chuckled nervously, taking her hair behind her ears.
Elvira and Ivone had put in efforts to pin the hair earlier but it kept scattering. For a shoulder-length hair with overgrown fringes, she didn’t expect a glossy finish.
The weather was fairly cold, yet, despite being under-dressed she felt burning hotness inside. Her fitted shirt became to her, a winter jacket in summer. Worst of all, was her inability to air an organized phrase, “I—um... Uh...”
She took a deep breath, resigned to introducing herself,
“My name is Kerenhappuch Nathan; I am a remedial student of Douro High.”
A wave of silence passed, her shaky voice grew confident with each passing second.
“I know, when I mentioned remedial class, many would sigh and passed judgement on my character. I accept your criticism. I accept your judgments. Like every teenage girl, I have made mistakes and I’m learning to crawl.”