***Macklin***
I wiggled for the tenth time since I sat down. My nerves were all over the place I did not know if I wanted to sit or walk, and my leg bounced as well,
"Makclin Love, if you do not sit still, im going to tape in that chair." Miranda's scolding voice came from behind me.
I stilled at her words, not out of fear. Miranda would never hurt me, but I was working on her last nerve. She has been trying to do my hair, and every time I wiggle or shift in my set, I mess it up.
"Sorry," I mumble.
Her hands come to rest on my shoulders. "It is okay. I know you are nervous, but it will be alright. Hold still for a few minutes so I can finish your hair."
She patted my shoulder before her hands went back to my hair.
There was a knock, and the door clicked as it swung open.
"How
