Something to Write… Part 1
Without principal Emma, Emily thrived in school. Two years later, she had a high school diploma, a 6-point GPA, and the possibility of getting a scholarship. Emily wanted to be a writer. She realized she had natural storytelling skills during high school, so she applied for a scholarship at a prestigious arts University.
Dear Reader,
Emily ran to check on the mailbox. She found an envelope with her name, but it wasn’t yellow; it didn’t contain a photo or a cellphone. She entered the kitchen and opened the long white envelope to learn she had got the scholarship she wanted.
Emily was ecstatic; she didn’t know what to do. She felt her eyes wet, tears running down her cheeks.
Lucinda was preparing coffee. “What’s up, girl, another job?”
But Emily didn’t respond. Lucinda looked at her and ran to hug her. “What is it, baby?”
Emily showed Lucinda the letter from the university.
“A scholarship? Wow! Fantastic, but why are you crying? Are those happiness tears?”
Emily nodded and hugged Lucinda, laughing and crying at the same time. Her heart bounded as if it were about to pop out of her chest.
Lucinda helped Emily to sit and handed her a glass of water. Emily sipped the water, took a deep breath, and calmed down.
“I don’t know what happened; I got so excited, so happy! It was surreal,” Emily said. “Lucinda, I can’t go to live at a university campus; what about the works?”
“I think you can have a hybrid schedule at the university, part remotely, and present for exams and other important occasions,” Lucinda said. “Besides, it’s about time you meet the bosses, talk to them, and tell them about your dreams and expectations.”
Emily was doubtful, but she agreed that was the way to do it, so she called Carlos and asked him to help her get a meeting. Surprisingly, the bosses agreed to see her the following morning.
Emily woke up at dawn; she had hardly slept a couple of hours. She dressed formally; it was a business meeting.
At 10 AM, a black SUV picked her up. Emily was so nervous that she already had no nails to bite by the time of the meeting.
She was taken to a luxurious meeting room with brown leader chairs and a shiny glass table. From the window, she could see the city.
Three men came in together, chatting and laughing. One was in his early sixties, and the other two were younger, one in his forties and the other in his early thirties.
“Hi, Emily,” the eldest man said. “Do you want coffee?”
“Hi,” Emily said shyly. “Water will be okay, please.”
The youngest man took a bottle of water and a glass, put them on the table, and pulled the chair. “Please have a seat, Emily.”
Emily sat down; he pushed the chair and opened the water bottle.
“Thank you,” Emily said almost like a whisper.
The oldest man sat down, and so did the other two.
“Don’t be afraid, Emily, we’re so proud of you, our best sniper,” the eldest man said, smiling warmly. “So you want to meet us, you have something to tell us. Please, go ahead.”
Emily breathed deeply. “I’ve just finished high school and wanted to go to the university, so I applied for a scholarship, and it was granted to me. I want to be a writer, the best writer.”
“That’s fantastic, congratulations! But what’s worrying you? Do you need more money?”
“No, my concern is about the jobs; I can’t receive the envelopes while living on campus. Lucinda advised me to take a hybrid schedule, part remote, and go to the university for exams and other important events, but I still worry about the jobs.”
The eldest man looked at the other two; they all smiled and nodded.
“Emily, don’t worry, you will have your jobs, you’re the best, we can have a calendar. You will send us your schedule, and we can adjust the jobs’ timing.”
“Really?” Emily asked with excitement.
“Yes, just promise me you won’t write your Memoir,” the eldest man said.
Emily smiled. “Of course, I won’t.”
The youngest man approached Emily. “Don’t you remember me?” He asked.
Emily looked at him closer.
“You! It was you! You made me jump from a fifth floor the day we shot the candidate.”
“Yeah, did you like it?”
“No! I didn’t.”
“I’m Steve; I’ll help you from now on if you agree,” Steve said, extending his hand to Emily.
“Agreed,” Emily said, shaking Steve’s hand.
“Great, we’re family. Steve, take Emily back home. She has to accept that scholarship to become the most successful writer ever,” the eldest man said.
Emily and Steve exchanged real phone numbers.
“We’ll be in touch,” Steve said when the SUV stopped at her door.
Emily nodded and jumped out of the SUV. Lucinda was at the door.
“And?”
“The bosses are great; we fixed it. I’ll share my school schedule, and do you remember the guy of the candidate shot?”
“Yes, the one that made you jump from the fifth floor.”
“He is one of the bosses. His name is Steve, and he brought me home. We’ll keep on working together,” Emily said.
“Wow! What a surprise, they really like you.”
The bosses really liked Emily, which gave her peace of mind. And now, she was ready to become the best writer and hit girl ever.
With love, Victoria.
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