Not for Recognition ~ RP#3 Vs. Genocide

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:::OFF CAMERA:::

“That's right, I want to cancel the order... Yes I'm sorry too. Turns out that this person I wanted to send it too has a gluten allergy or something. So sad. Everyone should enjoy the magic of your muffins...A credit? That's fine, I'm sure I will need it in the future...you too sir, Tootles!”

Sammi Myers hangs up the old rotary style phone and looks to see her grandmother, Sam Ferro shaking her head.

“I saw what that girl said... no wonder she got herself beat up, her arm broken. When I was younger if someone talked to other people that way, they found themselves alone.”

Sammi shrugs. “It's fine Gram. People like Arianny need to pick on people who are confident and happy because deep down they hate who they see in the mirror every morning. I thought spreading some cheer would do her some good. Obviously not but I'm not going to let it bother me. If she wants to be rude, then not having me as a friend is completely her loss.”

She squeezes her Gram’s shoulder.

“You worry WAY too much. I can take care of myself just fine and I don't even have to be rude.”

Sam nods, “That's because I raised you right. That girl had a silver spoon in her mouth. Not a lick of common sense or intelligence in her.”

Sammi sighs

“Well it's true Sammi.”

Sammi picks up her backpack and moves to give her Gram a kiss on the cheek.

“Maybe but it's not up to me or you to pass judgement on her. Bad things happen to bad people and good things happen to good people.”

“Not always true. Think of your parents.”

Sammi's smile falters.

“Heaven just needed two more Angels Grams and besides, the man that hit us went to jail. Just trust me. I promise that I know what I'm doing.”

Her smile returns as she leaves the house.

***
:::ON CAMERA:::

“So what's the name?”

The face of the woman behind the desk is somber, tired and obviously hated her office job at the Make-a-Wish foundation office. She had a receipt book in front of her waiting to write. Sammi smiles and proudly says, “Arianny Blake.”

She writes it down, rolling her eyes. If Sammi notices she doesn't let on. The woman rips a copy from the book and hands it to her. “Fifty Dollars in that name... Airhead Blake.”

Sammi giggles. “No Silly goose, Air-E-Ann-E Blake. But that's okay, I'm sure she gets that a lot.”

The woman rolls her eyes again. “Generous of you to give her the credit for it when as you said, she was less than gracious about your original gift.”

“Just because she doesn't appreciate the gesture doesn't mean someone else shouldn't and I don't need credit, I don't do things for people in need for recognition.”

The woman actually gives a bit of a smirk.

“So where exactly do you work?”

“Oh! I'm a wrestler but I work in California. But I was totes-ily born in California. I have my first match and that's why Mr.John is shadowing me this week. For his film for school.”

She points to the camera.

“My opponent probably could use the muffin basket, but he refuses to actually find a place to live. So where do I send it? Tents don't have addresses.”

Sammi smiles.

“I think he thinks that living in a tent and talking about it all the time like gives him some edge. Maybe he thinks the homeless thing is like a way to get people to underestimate him or something.”

She shrugs.

“Doesn't make sense to me.” The woman replies.

“I know right? For someone that is supposed to be focused and smart he sure doesn't know basic stuff. I would help him out but he was too busy being a meanie face and lying about me. And well all that testing they did, well it shows that I'm a better technical wrestler too but he's trying to say he's going to end my career?”

She giggles

“Silly Genocide, We both know that it's going to take more than words and threats to get a pin on me, let alone have me quit. I love what I do and I wouldn't have been hired if I wasn't good.”

The woman looks bored.

“Well, You take care now.”

The woman dismisses her. Sammi smiles.

“You too!”

And she seemingly bounces from the office.

~Fade~