Jenna stood stock still, sweat coating her palms and running down the small of her back. Her breathing was only one shade short of panic. She couldn’t do this! She didn’t have what it took. But she had to. There was no turning back, and the moment of truth was coming. No… it was here. She was sure she was going to throw up, and how would that look?
“Ladies and gentlemen,” boomed the announcer’s voice. “I present to you this year’s top graduate, winner of the highly prized golden wings… Miss Jenna Salter!”
Jenna froze for a few moments, then started and moved forward. She climbed the few short steps on to the platform, trying desperately to avoid thinking about the huge crowd cheering and clapping her.
“Oh stars!” she thought. “Please let me get through this without throwing up
