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Original poster: crustacea
WHO Charlotte and Frank Champagne
WHAT Charlotte has finally worked up the courage to tell her father that she isn't in school any longer because being a lawyer isn't something she wants to do. Madness ensues.
WHEN Dinnertime, whenever that is.
RATING D for Depressing.
STATUS Complete.
This was a day that Charlotte had been anticipating for quite some time now. She was a bundle of emotions, most of which she hadn't felt in quite some time. She was afraid, nervous, and yet a part of her knew that once this was over with, it would feel as though a great burden had been lifted off of her shoulders. She was aware that it was more than likely that anything Charlotte had to tell her father tonight would bode over well with him, and yet she could hope. She would deal with everything in a professional and calm way. She would try and keep a straight face and would try not to provoke him into a state of blind anger.
Her stomach was in knots as she arrived to her former home, taking a moment to simply sit in the car, mulling over all of the thoughts that were swarming around in her mind. She also took the time to carefully remove any lint that her mind had tricked her into seeing. She was clean. She had taken the time to make herself look even more formal than usual, selecting a long, ankle lengthen skirt over her black slacks. She wore a white collared shirt and a blue sweater vest. Her hair, instead of being pulled back as it normally was, was down in its natural curls. She hated wearing it down, but if that is what would please her father, then so be it. she would suck it up for the night.
Finally opening her car door, Charlotte got out and closed her door, locking it behind her. She wiped at her clothing a bit more and smoothed it out, even though there were no crinkles that needed fixing. Inhaling sharply, she moved in through the gate that separated the house from the street, and made her way inside, walking up the cobblestone path and to the front door where she knocked and waited.