Finding Sophie

Chapter 8

I stayed for dinner over at Will's and drove home as soon as we were done because I was shattered and wanted to sleep enough before my interview tomorrow. Unfortunately for me I was extremely restless and tossed and turned in bed all night stressing about the upcoming meeting which wasn't doing me any favours. If I didn't get to sleep soon I would be awful tomorrow.

Thankfully I did manage to get to sleep eventually after I read for a bit. I am pretty nervous about today but am really looking forward to it and hoping it ends up well, especially as Cambridge is the most prestigious university for law in the country.

I have about an hour until I need to leave for the meeting. So I need to keep myself occupied with something other than my thoughts. So I decided to read some more of a book I got from my mum a while ago. It's a beautiful and heart-wrenching love story and I love it so much I'm getting very into it at the moment. Reading is one of my favourite things to do, I just sort of emotionally detach myself from normal life and enter into the world of novels. They are almost like a part of my life now.

I arrive at the interview with ten minutes to spare but still decide to go in as I may as well be early. Being early shows proactiveness, or so my mum says. I still can't believe I am really here. Timidly, I make my way through the doors and walk up to the reception asking directions to the university interviews. She asks my name and says that there is currently another person finishing off their interview so I may have to wait for a little bit.

I don't remember much as most of it I was on autopilot, reciting the things my mum and I went through. There is one thing that stood out for me, I was mainly asking questions and talking about my academics. To my great relief, the interviewer was very friendly and as I left telling me how interesting I am and that they very much enjoyed our conversation.

I am sitting in the car and just speechless, I am so happy with the outcome of the interview. Even if I don't know anything yet I am still so excited about the possibility. I call mum through the system so that I can drive and talk as I am going to just have the drive to think. "Mum, I think the interview went really well." I gush. I can tell she's matching my energy from the other end of the phone as she lets out a small squeal of delight.

"I knew you'd do well. Tell me what you talked about and all the little details." She replied with almost as much enthusiasm as I.

"I will when I get home, I still don't know if I will be offered a place so we're going to have to wait for the official results."

Instead of heading straight home I drive singing to some blaring music I put on. While driving by I see a florist and think that my mum really does deserve a bunch of flowers for helping me. At the end who needs a reason to buy flowers for someone?

I hop out of my car hoping to be quick as I really want to get home to talk to my mum. As I enter the shop the soft, sweet, fruity smell that filled my nostrils was pretty overbearing but still nice. There are so many bunches I could choose from, but I finally choose on some simple white lilies picking them up and taking them up to the till.

"Would you like these gift wrapped?" The florist standing behind the till says while her face lights up with such a beautiful smile.

"No, thank you. They are just for my mum, no special occasion." I reply matching her contagious smile with one of my own.

"Thank you, have a lovely day." She says. I reply with a polite nod and head back outside to my car.

When I get home I practically sprint into the house to talk to mum, I'm still very excited. As soon as I step in I can tell that it isn't just me filled with excitement. I bring the flowers out from behind me and I say, "I just bought these on the way home for you, I wanted to thank you for helping me out even at such short notice. I know I can always rely on you and I love you so thank you, for everything you do for me." I say my eyes stinging.

"Now stop or you're going to set me off as well, and then I won't be able to stop."

We sit down and talk about the whole meeting from what I said the body language I received. After a while, I say to my mum, "Well I guess we'll only know if or when I get an offer, but wouldn't it be amazing."

I sit thinking about how it would feel to get an offer. University is going to be such an interesting experience and I can't wait really. I for some reason since my sister wanted to do something to help other people, working with criminals. Honestly, I don't know too much about law except I know my dad was a lawyer and spent a lot of time practising. I think it is a good option for me because I want to work hard.

I get up off the sofa and head to the kitchen for a snack. Taking my sweet time thinking all about how much my life is changing and the rapid pace I'm having to take all this on. It's all pretty overwhelming because so many things have happened in my life and if there is one thing that I don't like is change. I really want to just fast forward time so that I don't have to constantly sit waiting forever for my life to turn out how I want it to. Waiting is so hard, something that is never-ending and almost like a small pressure weighing you down which is continuously there forever.

I decide that going on a run would probably the best option for me right now, so I head upstairs to get changed. Getting my headphone on the way downstairs again. "I'm just going on a run I'll be out for about 45 minutes or something. See you later." I call out to my mum who is now sitting on the sofa watching some silly sitcom on the television. As soon as I get out the relief instantly makes me feel so much happier. It's a slow but sure release of the pressure that seems to be weighing me down.