Thread:Meester Tweester/@comment-25793496-20130411192019/@comment-5873607-20130412174153

'''SDT- Ch. 1 Pt, 2'''

Meanwhile, in Vancouver, Canada...

"Now remember what I told you: look him straight in the eyes, show confidence, and most importantly, lie about your achievements."

This little pep talk from Blixem, my older brother had been going on for about ten minutes. It was boring, yet important. I was preparing my interview with Santa, my life-long idol. My biggest dream is to become a member of Santa's team of flying reindeer, called the "Dream Team". Being let onto the team was what many reindeer could only dream of. This was the greatest honor any reindeer could ever have; barely fifty out of millions have been awarded the glory to fly on Christmas Eve ever. They go all over the world, delivering presents to all the good little boys and girls. They all live at the top of the world- literally! The North Pole is where all of Santa's dream team lives. I was lucky to get a train ticket there, and today, I'd finally be arriving in the city of my dreams.

All reindeer can fly? Urban myth. Only those appointed by Santa, which are only a few at a time, get to fly. Even then, they only get to fly in the month of December, mostly for practice runs.

How about me lying about my achievements? I'll have to admit, I'm not exactly the perfect candidate for the team. My name is Blitzen, just your average buck, living in Vancouver my entire life. Well, maybe below average...

My resumé isn't the greatest, either. I kinda dropped out of high school after tenth grade. Then I tried like blanket to find a job I could stick at, hopping from occupation to occupation. After giving up, I needed to settle for at least one talent I was a pro at. That hasn't worked out so far, and now, six months later, here I am, at home. As for a girlfriend? Sorry.

It seemed like the only ones that still trusted me were my older brother, Blixem, my "lucky" lightning bolt necklace, and my younger brother, Axel. At least he got a job running a restaurant at the North Pole. I haven't seen him ever since he left us three years ago, which is another reason I'm eager to go to the North Pole, so we can reunite.

"Blixem, I'm not so sure lying is going to help."

"This is you're life-long dream! Do you want the job or not?"

I reply with a hefty sigh, impatient to get this show on the road.