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Trial #3

by Noizchild 0 Reviews

Sakura's turns to be grilled by Madison Bude.

Category: Fall Out Boy - Rating: PG-13 - Genres: Humor - Characters:  - Published: 2012/06/14 - Updated: 2012/06/14 - 431 words - Complete

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Trial #3:

Next Victim...

Bude's Interview with Sakura:

"Please state your name."

"Sakura Ono."

"How long have you been working at Beach Radio Magazine?"

"Six and a half years."

"I see." She jotted down the information. Sakura tried to glance at her writing. She tried to stay calm due to the information Adam and Noriko gave her.

Bude glanced up at her. "Something interesting on the paper?"

The journalist sat up straight. "No! You have nice handwriting."

"Do I?"

Sakura nodded. "Yeah."

Madison's face didn't change. "Right..."

Sakura fidgeted her hands in her lap. She pressed her lips together for a short moment. Whoa.

"So, how would you describe the atmosphere of your workplace?"

"Relaxed and productive."

"Is that so?"

Sakura gave her a quick nod. "Yes."

"I see." She scribbled down more notes. Sakura tried to look at Madison's face and not her hand.

"Is... that a bad thing?"

"Well what do you think?"

"I don't know."

"You don't know?" She jots down more notes.

Sakura fought to keep a poker face. Uh-oh. I screwed up.

Onto with the interview.

"Do you have your portfolio with you?" Madison asked.

"Yes ma'am, I sure do," Sakura replied.

"Let me see it."

"Sure." Sakura handed her the portfolio. Ms. Bude took it for herself.

"Thank you." She scanned over the cover for a moment. A puzzled look came over her face. "What is all of this?"

"Sorry?" Sakura asked as she looked with her. Ms. Bude turned to her.

"What's with all of these stickers on the cover?" she asked.

"Oh," Sakura said. "These were all stickers from my homeland in Japan."

"Your homeland?"

"That's right."

"Um." Bude opened the portfolio and looked inside. Sakura tried to peek along with her. The older woman flipped through each page one by one. She made some notes in between. The journalist watched her as she kept her fingers laced together.

Damn, she's though, she thought. How long does it take? The older woman didn't even look up the whole time. Sakura's hands really became busy in her lap.

Bude shut the portfolio and looked up. The journalist waited for a reply. The older woman jotted down the last of her notes.

"Thank you for your time," she said at last. Sakura blinked at her.

"That's it?" she asked.

"Yes, you can go now," Bude said. Sakura smiled and bowed her head.

"Thank you, ma'am," she said. Then, she got up and headed out the door.

Later, Sakura felt like screaming at her desk.

Worst. Possible. Morning. Ever!

I Need Your Discipline, I Need Your Help
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