Sorry everyone for not posting the latest interview! I've been a bit busy. Anyway, here we are with Breanne, Guinevere's once-upon-a-time friend and personal servant, now enemy. Perhaps she can shed some light on WHY they are enemies.
Hello, Breanne! How are you this exceedingly warm afternoon?
Breanne: I suppose I could be better. But I shall take what I can get.
Me: I'm not sure if that's an optimistic or pessimist view.
Breanne: I am neither. I am just a realist. Now, on to the interview?
Me: Oh, yes. Of course. Um . . . . How old are you?
Breanne: Eight and ten years of age.
Me: What do you think of Marc Barrington?
Breanne: He is a gentleman, but a bit too serious. But he does have spouts of humor, from what I have witnessed. I enjoy starring in a novel with him.
Me: What do you think of . . . . . *deep breath* Guinevere?
Breanne: *clenches fist and narrows eyes* She is a brat. A spoiled, ungrateful brat.
Me: Um . . . why do you say that?
Breanne: *jumps from chair and waves arms above her head, eyes flashing* Because she is! She thinks that because she is a Montgomery, she can do as she pleases.
Me: How do you know her?
Breanne: Sadly, she was my employer. But when we get back to England, I shall collect my things and leave. I will work no longer for her.
Me: When did things start going wrong between you two?
Breanne: I do not know. Honestly. We were friends once, but the older we got, the more she seemed to despise me. *sits down*
Me: *nod* I see. Um . . . what do you think of starring in your own book?
Breanne: Would Guinevere be in it?
Me: Yes, but she'd have a better . . . . personality.
Breanne: I like the idea not in the least bit.
Me: Well, you will. You will star in a book entitled, "Threatened", whether you like it or not.
Breanne: You cannot force me to act out your crazy scenarios against my will!
Me: *thinking* You and Guinevere have more in common than either of you think. You two would be great friends if you tried.
Breanne: I refuse! If you have no other questions for me, I will be on my way.
Me: Wait! Okay, okay. Fine. Do you think Guinevere and you will ever be friends again?
Breanne: I have no time for this. I have problems to tend to. *gets up and walks away*
Me: Why do you all do this to me!!!!! I am your writer!!! If you told me these problems, I could fix them!! I really do not like y'all right now!!!
God bless!
Galatians 6:9 KJV
Hello, Breanne! How are you this exceedingly warm afternoon?
Breanne: I suppose I could be better. But I shall take what I can get.
Me: I'm not sure if that's an optimistic or pessimist view.
Breanne: I am neither. I am just a realist. Now, on to the interview?
Me: Oh, yes. Of course. Um . . . . How old are you?
Breanne: Eight and ten years of age.
Me: What do you think of Marc Barrington?
Breanne: He is a gentleman, but a bit too serious. But he does have spouts of humor, from what I have witnessed. I enjoy starring in a novel with him.
Me: What do you think of . . . . . *deep breath* Guinevere?
Breanne: *clenches fist and narrows eyes* She is a brat. A spoiled, ungrateful brat.
Me: Um . . . why do you say that?
Breanne: *jumps from chair and waves arms above her head, eyes flashing* Because she is! She thinks that because she is a Montgomery, she can do as she pleases.
Me: How do you know her?
Breanne: Sadly, she was my employer. But when we get back to England, I shall collect my things and leave. I will work no longer for her.
Me: When did things start going wrong between you two?
Breanne: I do not know. Honestly. We were friends once, but the older we got, the more she seemed to despise me. *sits down*
Me: *nod* I see. Um . . . what do you think of starring in your own book?
Breanne: Would Guinevere be in it?
Me: Yes, but she'd have a better . . . . personality.
Breanne: I like the idea not in the least bit.
Me: Well, you will. You will star in a book entitled, "Threatened", whether you like it or not.
Breanne: You cannot force me to act out your crazy scenarios against my will!
Me: *thinking* You and Guinevere have more in common than either of you think. You two would be great friends if you tried.
Breanne: I refuse! If you have no other questions for me, I will be on my way.
Me: Wait! Okay, okay. Fine. Do you think Guinevere and you will ever be friends again?
Breanne: I have no time for this. I have problems to tend to. *gets up and walks away*
Me: Why do you all do this to me!!!!! I am your writer!!! If you told me these problems, I could fix them!! I really do not like y'all right now!!!
God bless!
Galatians 6:9 KJV
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