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Skylar's P.O.V.

Here we go again. Madame Vasquez was probing me again. She began with her questions. This is what I get for working with a reporter. . . Then she had asked a question that I wished she wouldn't of asked.

"Why haven't you communicated with her in so long? Did something come up?" Madame Vasquez said.

Great, now I have a reporter asking me about my life. Skylar, leave your wattpad stories and accounts out of this. If I knew Madame Vasquez and I did, she would research this right up until she found those stories. It was a figment of my imagination. If Madame Vasquez were to find those stories, I'd die. She'd publish them. . . I know she would. She was always fast when learning about her workers affairs. . .

"I stopped putting her through the same thing over and over again. I saved her some time and consolidarity. Its been a year, she's probably forgotten about me like everyone else has. . ." I trailed off.

My high school and middle school and,college friends seem to forget about the girl who always helped out with their problems and such. They forgot about me and like dust blew me away. Occasionally I would think about them and maybe even try to call, but it never worked. They were always busy for a friend who needed some company. When I had gotten them dates, they only thanked me and then left me. That was their game. Anyways, my game was just to finish school and I did without them. . .a girl came to mind. Bridget. She was always there and she seemed like the best friend I could have. Before I met Karry, that's how it was. It wasn't until I began writing that her true nature appeared. She was cold and had no interest other than to use me for her benefit. It hurt and as always I was left for someone better. . .

Madame Vasquez snapped her fingers making me realize my train of thought hadn't stopped since her mentioning the questions.

"Sorry. " I shrugged.

Madame Vasquez only came up beside and lifted my chin, "Honey, maybe it's time you reconnect with your friend. You never know if you don't try. Go on. Where did you meet her?"

I swallowed hard, "I- I . . .well you see. . .we sorta . . . we uh, we. . ."

For the first time in a while I was indecisive. Madame Vasquez only tapped her nails on the table. I gulped.

"Where did you meet her? A bar? Party?" Madame Vasquez began.

I began sweating, "No . . . not exactly. . ."

Madame Vasquez furrowed her thick brow at me, "What do you mean "bit exactly"? You meet a person face to face or how would you talk to them?"

I nervously chuckled, " We met and she was there and it happened."

Madame Vasquez gasped, "You didn't? You met her Online?!?!? How?"

I rolled my eyes, "Yes, I did. It was on an app I was on when I younger. I was young and I didn't know better. She was there and she helped me through my problems and life and she was amazing. The best author I knew. She was incredible and probably living her dreams."

Madame Vasquez smirked, "An author huh? Did she write books?"

I sighed, "Yes. She was. I read her books and loved them. I don't know how her books are now, but they were popular and widely read. . . mine was widely read to. . ."

I mumbled the last part but Madame Vasquez seemed to catch on.

"You were an author?!?!? No wonder you have such ability in this field. . .I must read your book. Where did you write it. ..I must know. Now. Or your fired!!!" Madame Vasquez just loved to tell people they were fired, She was the woman with the power. . .

I groaned, "Its gone. I don't have it. I deleted it."

She didn't buy it, a reporter never settles for a simple answer, "Where is your phone? "

I pulled it out hoping she wouldn't make me do it in front of her. I haven't spoken to Karry in a while. What am I supposed to do? Say hey, sorry I haven't talk to you let's be friends again . . . no, this is too far. I stiffened at the mentioning of reconnecting with Karry. I just, just can't. So much time, so much lost. . .Karry is fine without me in her life. That's the whole point I left, so she wouldn't worry about me and now I come back asking her if she's ok. What kind of person would that make me? Why, did I tell Madame Vasquez, why?

The case was that Madame Vasquez took my phone from my grasp and I chuckled at seeing her struggling at trying to crack my password.

I swallowed my chuckles when she gave me a narrow stare, "Open it."

I only acted dumb. She should just back off. . .this isn't her life it's mine, but she's my boss. I have to listen to my boss. Curse you morals and respect for your boss!!!

I sighed in utter defeat, "Fine, but it's not on my phone either."

Madame Vasquez smirked, " What's the app called? Come on, spit it out. You need to get this out of your system. Honey you've got to. . . That decision has been tormenting you since you've been here. As your boss, friend, and a mother, you need to tell someone. You matter, your feeling do, now it's time to find that passion again and to find her again. "

I nodded "no", "I don't know if she's on there anymore. Is she online? I wonder. I wonder if she is online, after all this time. . .how could I say expect for Karry to treat me the same? All I could do was wonder at this point in time.

Madame Vasquez began examining my phone, checking through every file, twice. I only kept reading her "legendary" story and actually working on the story for her. I heard tapping. Repeated tapping after 10 minutes. I looked under the table to see that Madame Vasquez was just tapping her foot, being impatient as always. I rolled my eyes.

"Yes?" I asked as if I wasn't paying attention to her or her impatience.

"Well?" she questioned excitingly.

"Well what?" I said furrowing my brow.

"Come on Skylar, let me see!!!! " Madame Vasquez said her eyes sparkling.

She really did care about me and I knew it. I appreciated it but to get back on wattpad and start again. It isn't amazing but it scares me. What will she think of me now? Too many questions, not a lot of answers. . .I need to decide on what I'm going to do. I took a deep breath, I guess it is time.

"Give me 72 hours. 72 hours to try and straighten this out myself before I actually need your assistance." I said straightforwardly.

Madame Vasquez smirked, "I give you 2 day sweetie, on the last day you contact me and we will take the day off and solve this together. Ok? Deal?"

I nodded, " Deal."

2 days. . . 2 days, I've got 2 day to do this. . .

Karry's P.O.V.

I stood right in front of the door that decides my future, no pressure. I'm gonna freak out!! What would Skye say? That always calmed me down and would help me focus. I thought of it in my head.

Karry, there is nothing to be afraid of. Go in there and show them what you can do, your talents, your abilities, your magic. Show them. I know you can. I'm proud of you for going in and Show them what a girl can do. Dear sis, you'll make it, I know it. I can feel it. I love you no matter what. Just know that I'm proud of you whether you make it or not. Shoot for the stars and make your dream reality, I'll be there right beside you. Good luck, you won't need it.

Love, Skye

I smiled at the that thought and opened the door to see the body of publishers and writers seated there. I gulped and then took a deep breath.

"Hi, I'm Karry Edwards! It's an honor to be standing here in front of you all." I started.

A woman stood up, "Ah, Ms. Edwards, welcome. Now please have a seat and we will discuss you resume and what we will do."

I took my seat in front of them. Just keep calm. Just keep calm. Take it one step at a time, one breath at a time. . .

"Ms. Edwards, your works on wattpad are. . . " She paused making me uneasy causing me to bite my lip.

She continued, "They are amazing. Well down child, you have talent in this and therefore we have decided to ask a few questions."

I sat up straight, no slouching.

"Are soon will it take you to move here?" A man said pulling out a pen and paper.

I answered reasonably, "Well, I haven't found an apartment yet, but once I do and if I get this job then give me a month and half to two months before I can start working here."

The man nodded, "It's reasonable. That is of you get the job."

I gulped and only gave him a smile which got serious the moment the next question was asked.

"Ms. Edwards are you prepared to began working here? Starting woth us giving you comic ideas, character names, drawings and sketches. You can start on a script and write it out while you move and then in next 2 or so months when you return we expect a syponesis and at least a story line done since you'd be moving." Another woman said.

"Yes, I think I can get that done, since I have been boxing up my things. Most of it is done. I do have my car, but I would need a moving van. I can definitely work at doing the storyline and plot." I said straightforwardly only thinking of Skye as I went through the job interview.

After a few more questions and explanations they body of people huddled together to make a decision. I hoped, that all they were talking about was all good things. I thought of Olaf saying that and it made me laugh inside.

Everyone stood up as the huddle broke away each of the corresponding members stood in a line, showing how professional they were.  The head of the body seemed to be the browned haired middle aged woman in a grey pant suit. She gave me a serious look.

"Do you believe that you will lead DC Comics into the a new era in comic books and comic book writing and publishing?" She asked.

I answered fast, "Yes. This is my dream. I will be the best I can be at making DC omics rise again with the help from everyone of course. This is a team effort and I promise to put in my part 110%. Batman never  gives up so why should I?"

I blushed at the last part earning smiles from a few members of the body. That slipped. I still love Batman, very much.

The lady suddenly smiled very big, her brown eyes bigger than ever, "Then it's settled. We've decided to accept you. Welcome to the DC Comics family! We will make an appointment for next week to give you all the details and for you to build your schedule."

I couldn't but squeal at her response. She held out her hand so I shake it properly but I prefered hug. I have her a hug, my smile really big and eyes twinkling of joy and excitment. This was a dream come true. As I nodded and exited the premises with a little pep in my step. In the elevator I couldn't help but do my happy dance. I was alone so it didn't matter. The elevator music was one of the dark knight and I couldn't  contain myself, I started dancing all around the elevator trying to be light on my feet.

As I boogied my way down the building in the elevator, the light beep made me halt and stop my dancing and a few seconds later the door opened. I walked out casually and on my way Maggie had given me a hug and a thumbs up for getting the job. The world is starting to look a little brighter now. I'm happy and for once I can say that I've accomplished my dream. If only Skye were here to see this. She would we do proud of me, she always is and I am always proud of her. . . What now? I had no idea, I'd stay here, for a few days get to know New York. I'd come back for the meeting and I'd start writing comics for them. Gosh, you wonder how one person believed in you all along and yet you didn't until you knew it was possible and then it happened. All thanks to her. Thank you Skye. Wherever you are in the world, thank you for beleieving. I'm at peace now and I'm ready to start a new chapter in my life. One accomplishing and living my dream. .  .

I made it out of the building and headed to a cafe. I was starving and that was the closest thing I could get to without paying $15 bucks for taxi to come pick me up and take me around town. I walked around the street, people seemed to be busy on this part of town. It was bustling with people of different places and cultures. New York was a mix of everything, I mean it's the Big Apple, what did you expect? I made it to the cafe a golden bell ringing as I opened the door and made it in. It reminded me of jingle bells in Christmas. Hmm, Christmas. This year I'd celebrate it here. I sighed as I waited in line for my turn to get my order taken. I smirked as each person began ordering and the line getting shorter by the person. By the time I had made it to the front, my smirk was now a smile and the cashier smiled back openly.

It was a boy with brown hair and hazel eyes. Those eyes, they were something. He caught me in mid thought as I just stared at him. He blushed making me even more embarassed, my cheeks were tomatoes. I cleared my throat.

"Hi." I shyly said wiggling my fingers

"Hi." He responded back, awkwardness in the air.

"Welcome to Cafe 89, I'm Thomas. What will you like today?" He said in a cute manor.

I just looked at the menu above. After deciding I immediately responded, " Medium ice Coffee with a bacon, egg, and cheese bagel."

Thomas placed it the order on the cash register and replied, "So a bacon, egg, and cheese on a bagel meal and your drink is a medium ice coffee. Any flavors?"

I thought, "What kind do you have?"

He replied, "Vanilla, coconut, hazelnut, peanut butter, but my favorite is cookies and creme. Its delicous."

I smiled, "Cookies and Creme then. Thanks for the recomendation."

He replied with a flashy smile, "Thanks for dropping in. "

I blushed making him smile and laugh.

"Will that be all?" Thomas asked.

I nodded.

"Ok, that will be $8.97." Thomas said.

I took out a ten dollar bill and Thomas gave me the change back. He handed me the receipt our hand touching. Thomas immediately blushed making me only blink and take the receipt in an awkward manner.

"Thanks." I said trying to keep my cool.

Thomas replied with a smirk, "Thanks for making my shift a little brighter and better. . ."

Thomas immediately wished he didn't say that, his face expressionless and yet adorably awkward and embarrassed. With that I stood at the window, waiting for my order. They called my order number 5 minutes later. I grabbed my bagel and ice coffee and took a seat outside on a bench in front of a park and garden. I loved flowers, they made me feel happy. As I drank out of my ice coffee, I couldn't help but think of Thomas. He was so cute, I had butterflies.

As I was about to take to take a bite of my bagel a voice came from behind, "Hey! Hey! "

I turned around to see Thomas.

"Hi Thomas. " I chirped.

Thomas laughed, "Hi again, uh, what's your name?"

I replied in a cool manor, "Karry. Its Karry."

Thomas sat beside me, "Karry. I like that name."

Immediately my cheeks flushed to a red color and Thomas it seems couldn't contain his giggles. Maybe this wouldn't be such a boring afternoon afterall. . .