Won

I won diving yesterday; Nick was at MISCA's and I broke my previous high score. Only one more dual meet until I qualify for Regionals.

Pretty soon I'm going to start a seperate blog for my stories. I need somewhere to archive them all. Then you can read them.

Still no one's signed up for Beta Reading. I wonder if that means no one comes here, or that I'm a bad writer.

Well then. To the Excerpt:

When he leaned in close, she told him he was too fat. There’s no way he’d be given this job, not when fitness was one of the necessities. She looked into his eyes and could feel she’d done it. It was all just a psychological trick. Tell them they’re not good enough for some reason or another, and for just those ten minutes they’d believe it. They’d take that identity into the back room and it would destroy them.

“You’re too old,” she had said on many occasions.

“You have bad hygiene,” was a favorite.

“You’re not tall enough.”

“You’re too nice.”

All of these were meant to cast doubt. The hopefuls were here for a job; they’d waited a long time. And just before showtime, she’d psychologically sabotage them. The simple truth was that she just really didn’t want any of them to get the job.