Life is Hard.
The Wait
It was in the middle of class when the speakers sounded again, the principal's voice coming out of it.
"Foreign Exchange Student program hundred students, please be informed that be informed that there will be an interview during the last two periods of the day before school ends. You will be called." the principal informed.
**
I was waiting in class, tapping my pencil on the table. It's already the last period and I was getting impatient by the minute.
"Charlotte Williams?" The teacher stood at the door, it came out more like a question.
"Here!" I raised my hand instantly. The teacher turned my head in my direction.
"It's almost your turn for the interview can you please follow me?" she questioned.
"Mrs. Brooke, may I be excused?" I asked the teacher in class for permission to leave.
"Yes, yes. Go, go." she intend to repeat one word answers twice.
"Thank you, Mrs. Brooke." I sling my bag across my shoulder and left class. We came to a stop and I was at the music room. There were at least ten students in the room. I saw two figures in the music record room at the corner of the music room from the corner of my eye. Mr. Jameson, the teacher in charge of this program, he was in the the room with another male student, having the interview I figured.
I sat patiently as names were called into the room once approximately every five minutes or so. Other students were entering as those that were done left. I had lost track of time and checked my watch, I had been here for 20 minutes.
"Charlotte Abbey Moore" a teacher called my name, it was my turn for the interview.
"Good luck Char!" I heard a familiar voice call out as I stood up. I turned my head to the direction of where the sound was coming from. I froze when I saw who it was.
"Foreign Exchange Student program hundred students, please be informed that be informed that there will be an interview during the last two periods of the day before school ends. You will be called." the principal informed.
**
I was waiting in class, tapping my pencil on the table. It's already the last period and I was getting impatient by the minute.
"Charlotte Williams?" The teacher stood at the door, it came out more like a question.
"Here!" I raised my hand instantly. The teacher turned my head in my direction.
"It's almost your turn for the interview can you please follow me?" she questioned.
"Mrs. Brooke, may I be excused?" I asked the teacher in class for permission to leave.
"Yes, yes. Go, go." she intend to repeat one word answers twice.
"Thank you, Mrs. Brooke." I sling my bag across my shoulder and left class. We came to a stop and I was at the music room. There were at least ten students in the room. I saw two figures in the music record room at the corner of the music room from the corner of my eye. Mr. Jameson, the teacher in charge of this program, he was in the the room with another male student, having the interview I figured.
I sat patiently as names were called into the room once approximately every five minutes or so. Other students were entering as those that were done left. I had lost track of time and checked my watch, I had been here for 20 minutes.
"Charlotte Abbey Moore" a teacher called my name, it was my turn for the interview.
"Good luck Char!" I heard a familiar voice call out as I stood up. I turned my head to the direction of where the sound was coming from. I froze when I saw who it was.
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5/31/13