"Name?" the bored-looking lady behind the front desk asked, not even look up from her laptop.
"Kiera Boralis," I said, looking at my surroundings in awe.
Famous people lined the walls, from Celine Dion to David Bowie to Elvis Presley.
I could be up there someday, I thought.
Thrilled, I turned my attention back to the woman behind the desk. Still not looking at me, she said, "Have a seat, they'll be with you shortly."
"Great, thanks!" I smiled, turning towards the waiting area. Setting my bag nearby, I an extremely fashionable metal chair.
Guess they don't care about comfort, I thought, the steel frame digging into my spine.
"What's your name?" the lady behind the front desk asked, not even looking up from her laptop.
"Kiera Boralis," I said, looking around in amazement.
There were pictures of famous people on the walls; people like Celine Dion, David Bowie, and Elvis Presley. I could be up there someday, I thought.
Excited, I turned back to the woman behind the desk. Still not looking at me, she said, "Have a seat, they'll be with you in a minute."
"Great, thanks!" I smiled and turned to the waiting area. I set my bag down, then sat in a metal chair.
This is really uncomfortable, I thought.
I grabbed a magazine from the table and looked through the pages. I tried to focus, but I couldn't. I kept remembering Wisconsin, and the day I left.