“The spot should air on the ten o’clock news tonight.” It wasn’t his fault he reminded her of someone else. She turned to the boy, extending a hand even though what she really wanted to do was bolt. Finally, she could escape this dark pit of unwelcome memories. The red light underneath the lens blinked off, and she lowered the heavy equipment from where it rested on one shoulder. “And cut,” Shannon said from behind the camera, her voice rough and raspy. If she wanted so much as a prayer of landing the roving reporter spot next year, she needed to impress her boss, Doyle. This would be the best human interest piece the station had ever seen. Lauren’s breathing quickened at the memory, and she fought to keep her brow from creasing as the camera continued to roll. It was how much he reminded her of another boy, who’d worn an almost identical smile after winning his own trophy his senior year. But it wasn’t his constant fidgeting that distracted her. A first place trophy hid most of his torso, and a lopsided grin revealed metal braces with florescent blue bands. Lauren Reynolds, Tulsa One News, didn’t notice those things, even if plain old Lauren did.īeside her, a teenage boy with shaggy brown hair shifted from foot to foot, threatening to blow her concentration more than the entire crowd combined. Individual conversations pulled at her concentration, and she fought to block them out.
The muggy convention center ballroom overflowed with laughing teenagers and their proud parents. Her tailored suit jacket stuck to her back, the heat still stifling in mid-August despite the air conditioner working overtime. Where was a good tornado to chase when she needed one? She held her smile for the last shot, grasping the microphone so tightly that her hand ached as she stared straight into the camera and fought the urge to run. What were the odds that, out of all the rookie reporters at Tulsa One, she would end up covering the state science competition? Lauren should have called in sick to work today.
“I am not afraid of storms, for I am learning how to sail my ship.”
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