Jessica sits down in the cold steel chair of the assessment room; walls barren and devoid of any life. The single window is barred, forcing what little sunlight there is to push through in stripes; little rays of light that Jessica welcomes - the only thing not depressing about the environment. The table she’s sitting at is uneven, so Jessica ( Read more... )

A/N: sorry for the delay, I didn't realize I finished this chapter so it was sitting on my desktop and I felt really apprehensive upon opening it because I thought it needed a lot of work, but it turns out it was just fine! Albeit a little short (sorry about that). Anyway, i'll stop blabbing ( Read more... )

 They all love her.

They line up, album in hand, (sometimes waiting for more than 5 hours just to catch a glimpse of her at an airport) wanting her to write that sacred signature so that they can keep a piece of her heart forever. Tiffany happily obliges.

After all, she has plenty of love to go around.

One by one they come up to the table, shaking ( Read more... )

A/N: Feeling unproductive with writing, atm. I've been very busy lately and haven't had as much time as I'd like to write, but I managed to squeeze this out to feel a little bit better about that.

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She had a knack for getting herself stuck in situations like this.

One ( Read more... )