Olivia perched on her chair, digging her nails into one of the handles on the seat like a knife slicing. She shook her head back and forth, crazed by the situation and unaware of her appearance.

She didn’t realize that her wavy orange hair spread around her face like bed head. She didn’t realize that her navy blue dress was drenched in sweat. All that mattered was the actual idea, the possible chance that her story was the headliner.

Being seventeen with a job in news casting was not her best idea. Still, Olivia was determined to be under-aged with a story while managing school at the same time. “Olivia Scott.â€? The producer, Mr. D, announced, smiling at her. He tended to ignore her desperate looks because his intern, Craig, warned him that Olivia had a tendency to freak.

Craig was a junior with her and they were the best of friends. His intern position came from Olivia getting connections. She, on the other hand, had part-time job money from working. So life was good. Well, there was one thing missing.