Painted Face

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room, flipping through a

nity for her interview. Finally, the door opene

the woman asked,

d trying to compose herself. "Yes, that's

e turning and walking back into the

her eyes taking in the sleek

farm, the sound of keyboards clackin

oom, Emily's nerves began to spike.

ily to enter. The room was dimly lit, the on

terviewers, their faces stern and unyielding. Emily recogn

his voice firm. "We appreciate you t

o hide her nerves. "Th

h disdain. "Tell me, why do you think you're

to remain professional. "I believe my skills and experience make me a

ly?" he said, his voice laced with sarcasm. "Because from where

he had been slapped. She tried to spea

. "I think that's all for now, Emily, thank you f

ng her with a cold, calculating gaze. She felt a surge of anger and

aid, her voice bar

in the mirror. Her eyes were red-rimmed, her face pale

r. Emily felt like she was moving throu

She was just a plain, ordinary girl, and she would never

iewers stepped in also. "You really don't have to keep your ho

et you're from?"He continued, you d

y hiring someone as ugly as you're, i

e of your greatest luck of your life, of

led, like it's a capital NO. I hope this sinks well into your ugly skull h

fixed at

do i really look like an alien on earth? why will there judge by mere

fault that I was born ugly? I'm not asking for perfection, just a chance. Bu

e but unwanted. Did I create myself? I di

d of this life, tired of being rejected, tired of being treated like I'm not worthy

an uphill battle, and she didn't know how much longer she could keep going at least he was being

lt in her heart, her life was a

he was going. where is your destination ma'am,

cific about where you're

arge but please just keep driv

e drove her around until evening, and finally she decided