Description : I Married a Master
This had to be a nightmare.
I simply couldn't explain it otherwise. The yawning chasm of silence, except for the thump, thump, thump of my own heart - I was sure everyone in the room could hear it. The stares. The growing sense of panic. The fact that all the words on the paper in front of me looked like ancient cuneiform.
Help? Anyone? Can a girl get a Rosetta stone over here?
I opened my mouth, but my throat had closed up.
Any minute now, my grandmother would show up, except she'd look like Beetlejuice, and then I'd be in my underwear in front of my whole high school assembly and I'd be late for my college finals and I'd be missing some flight I was taking because my feet felt like they were stuck in molasses. Then, I'd know.
This had to be a nightmare. There was no other explanation.
Four sets of eyes staring at me. One of them was clearing his throat impatiently, shifting in his chair. One of the others seemed morepassionate.
"I'm sorry," she said, gently. "But we really need to move on."
I worked my mouth open and shut a few times.
"Please," said the throat-clearing one, more firmly. "You've used up all of your allotted time. Thank you, pleasee again."
When I didn't move, he stood up, with a massive sigh and roll of his eyes. He walked over, grabbed my arm, and began steering me towards the door. My feet shuffled obediently, though the rest of my body refused to move.