1. Good News

I tap my foot on the floor impatiently. What is taking so long? Why does it take so long to review an interview and say Ok we like her, let's call her and not keep her waiting like an idiot. I've been patiently waiting for a week to get my answer on whether or not I'm a WWE Diva or not. I did everything I possibly could to not think about it... but that doesn't help. Every time I try not to think about it, I think about something that leads me right back to thinking about it. Do these people not understand what a giant blob of stress is being put on me, especially since I have to hide it from my parents.

My Dad absolutely hates the whole idea of wrestling. He thinks it's all fake and dumb to watch. My Mom, well, she hates that I watch it, too, but for some reason her dislike feels different than my Dad's dislike. My Mom sort of understands a little bit more. She used to watch wrestling when she was a kid; she also says my dad used to watch it when they were married. It's truly a mystery why my Dad doesn't like it anymore.

RIIIING!!! RIIIING!! I jumped up and ran to the phone.

"Hello?!" I said excitedly and out of breath.

"Um, hey. Why are you so excited?" It was Francesca.

"Oh, hey Bear. I was expecting someone else."

"Oh that's nice. I simple Hey what's up? would have been fine, but instead it's I was expecting someone else."

"Sorry I'm just a little jumpy with the phone that's all."

"Who were you expecting would call you? A GUY?! DID YOU FINALLY MEET A GUY?! IS HE CU-"

"No, Cess I most certainly did not meet a guy. I also most certainly know that you shouldn't even ask if he's cute if I DID meet a guy. You HAVE a boyfriend remember?"

"Yea but that doesn't mean I can't browse!"

"I'm sure he would love to hear that. And anyway my phone call isn't coming tonight because it's already too late."

"Who was I-"

"Hold on I have a beep." I said miserably clicking over.

"Hello?"

"Hello, is this Brittany? This is Rachael I work in the office for Mr. McMahon. Mr. McMahon told me to give you a call to ask you to come and sign some papers."

I couldn't breathe. I couldn't speak. I couldn't move.

"Hello?"

I swallowed a deep breath and answered back.

"Yes, I'm Brittany. Uh, when you say sign papers, does that mean…?"

She laughed and replied. "Yes, Mr. McMahon said he thinks you would make a wonderful addition to Monday Night Raw. However, Stephanie is now taking care of everything and wants to talk to you. She said she has big plans for you. Mr. McMahon only went on Stephanie's word."

"Oh can you hold on one minute I just have to hang up with someone."

I clicked back to Val as fast as possible.

"Cess, I got my call! I'm gonna have to call you back."

"Uh ok but YOU'RE GOING TO HAVE TO TELL M-"

I clicked back to Rachael, cutting Francesca off.

"I'm back. Sorry about that I had some... person on the other line. Anyway, back to what you were saying. When exactly do you want me to come to signs the papers?"

"Well, Stephanie wants to see you sometime within the week so; you can tell me what day is best."

"How about tomorrow, Tuesday?"

"Ok, I'll run it over to Stephanie and ask if it's ok. Just hold for one minute."

"Sure."

I started jumping up and down. I couldn't help it. I felt so happy. I haven't been this happy since… I got my car for my birthday. I clapped my hand over my mouth and started squealing with happiness. I slipped on the wood and fell to my bed. Luckily I had enough time to situate myself until Rachael came back to the phone.

"Stephanie said it was perfectly fine to come Tuesday, at seven o'clock. She said she can't wait to see the youngest WWE Diva."

"Wow. Thank you, SO much. You have no idea how long I've been waiting to get this call. I REALLY appreciate it."

"No problem, it's my job… literally," we laughed. "Oh, one more thing, Stephanie wanted me to tell you that you must not tell ANYONE you see why you're there. Unless you see me, I always have my nameplate on so you'll know who I am immediately. Thank you, have a nice night."

"You too."

Click

I can't tell anyone why I'm there? Does that even make sense? This must be some sort of secret. But, why? What is the reason for not telling anyone why I'm there? This was going to bother me VERY much until tomorrow when I had my meeting with Stephanie.

Well at least the meeting was at seven, which was perfect for me. I'm normally hanging out with Francesca and Nicolette at seven. I'll just have to tell them that if my mom calls to find out where I am, to tell her that I'm with them but I'm in the bathroom. This reminded me that I would also have to tell THEM tomorrow, too. I hated telling them things because they were such oblivious people. They're dumb but I love them. I'm sure everyone has dumb friends in this world.

The one thing about my friends is that they are boy crazy. Any boy within eyesight is hot. And anytime they said it around me I normally said the opposite. I was never that much into hunting for boys and all that. I very rarely even liked a boy. And when I did, my best friends take them before I get the chance to think about them.

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When I looked up at the clock I re alized that it was nine-thirty. I realized I had missed a half hour of Raw. I was pretty mad considering, that I would HAVE to be up to date with it, because I'm going to be ON it.

I quickly turned on my T.V and sat on my bed. Nothing important going on right now. It was a match with CM Punk and William Regal, boring. In all honestly I could care less what they are fighting about. When that was over Randy Orton, Cody Rhodes, and Ted DiBiase were talking. I can't stand those three. They walk around with their heads held high like they're the best things in the world. Though I had to admit they are really good looking. But that doesn't make up for their attitudes. Especially Orton's attitude, he continues to be a jerk after kicking Mr. McMahon in the skull. And Cody and Ted follow him around like minions/wanna-bees. They think Oh maybe if I try and act like Randy Orton; I'll be cool, too. But don't they understand that it's giving them a bad name.

The whole rest of Raw went on like a blur. Even though nothi ng interesting happened I was still so happy. My happiness from before had not worn off yet. I was so excited I couldn't fall asleep. It was something that couldn't possibly wear off in an hour or two.

I decided at twelve o'clock that I was going to call Nicolette and Val.

"Hello?"

"Nicolette, it's me Britt."

"Oh, hey what's up? Cesca said something about you getting a phone call and hanging up on her."

"Yea, she hung up on me alright! Tell her I'm very insulted!"

"Is that h er in the back round?"

"Yea sorry she's staying over tonight and I have you on speaker."

"Oh ok. Well that makes life a lot easier."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, the reason I've been waiting for a phone calls since last Saturday is because I applied for a job."

"Oh that's good, did you get it?"

"Yea but I have to go in for an interview tomorrow at seven. But the problem is that I can't tell my mom that I'm going."

"You want us to cover for you basically?"

"It would help a lot. Please. I've covered for you guys a numerous amount of times. Can you just do it this once for me?"

"Why wouldn't we? You make it like we are sacrificing our lives for you to go to an interview."

"Yea I know really, you know we would do anything for you anyways so."

"Ok thanks, I'm kinda tired. I think I'm gonna go to bed I'll see you guys tomorrow morning."

"Ok night, love ya!"

"Night, love ya!"

After that I hung up and I shut all my lights. I just lay in bed, in the darkness. Thinking of how different my life is going to be in a matter of days, weeks, months, even years. Every second ticking away on the clock, I was one second closer to my interview, the interview that will alter my life forever. Maybe this was something great or maybe a mistake for the future. But, something in my gut tells me that this was what I'm supposed to do, this is the final alteration that will finally make me a somebody. Finally let me break free from my nobody self at school. I'll surely be different there, by being the youngest, but maybe I'll actually fit in with more than two people. Maybe I'll meet someone new and know that person for the rest of my life.

All these thoughts filled my head as my eyes started shutting. Drifting to sleep slower and slower until finally reaching the dark haze of my dream.