CHANTELLE’S HOME
“Girl, are you crying?” Janice questioned as she peered at Chantelle’s tear-soaked face.
Chantelle sniffed, turning her face away to wipe the tears. “No, I am not.” Her voice sounded coarse, giving her away.
Her friend turned to the TV to understand why she was crying. But all the actors were doing was making out. She plopped onto the couch with the bowl of popcorn, chewing with a confused expression. “Chantelle, am I missing something? For goodness' sake, this is not a sad scene. Instead, it should make you excited.”
She couldn’t explain that the supposed excitement was nothing more than pain to her. She feels sad because she wishes to be in the actress position, but it doesn’t seem like she would be getting that action. For the past week, she has been to hell and bac
