I'll Teach You How to Swim

Chapter 1

"Watch where you're going!" I exclaim as someone walks into me causing me to spill my coffee all over my new outfit. Just great, A brand new outfit for my interview to only have it spilled. This job could be the one that starts off my carreer, even before I get out of high school. Now I'm going to have to go home and change and be late for my interview, and that is never a good impression to first put into someone's mind.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to do that. I'm in a rush I really am sorry. I'll give you my number and buy you a new coffee sometime" This man replies, I'm trying to blot off as much of the coffe as I can and think about whether or not I should take his number. I mean a coffee would be great sometime, and my mom did say that I should get back out there ever since Jacob. I decide against it and turn around heading in the other direction back to my house to change, I walk into the house and call out.

"I'm Back!" I yell and my mom pokes her head out of the room looking concerned. she notices the coffee all over my shirt and skirt and gasps.

"Oh dear Delilah, what hapened?" She asks walking down the stairs and licks her thumb grabbing my shirt and trying to wipe it off, why is it that parents feel the need to lick there thumb and clean us with it. Not everything is spit proof and my mom should know this by the 5 years of having me. I mean you'd think that she would have learned earlier, but because I'm adopted she really didn't get a chance to be the mother to a baby child that she wanted to be.

"Some guy spilt coffee on me then offered to take me out to buy a new one" I said trying to push her off of me because she had also licked her thumb and was tryirng to wipe something off of my face. I did not want mom spit all over me before I went to an interview.

"Well was he cute? Did you get his number?" She asks smirking and placing a hand on her hip.

" I don't actually know mother as I was to focused on the fact that some guy had spilt coffee all over my outfit for the interview, which I'm going to be late for if I don't go and change now." I say pushing past her and walking up the stairs.

"Did you get his number though?" She asked once again and I rolled my eyes, I don't need another lecture about getting myself back out there ever since jacob. I mean I only am sixteen almost seventeen years old, It's not like I should be focused on guys all the time. I've really have to focus on school since it is the end of the year and I have exams next week.

"Mom, I don't need to go through this again. You know how I feel about this subject and we're going to keep it at that" I say walking into my room, my mom following me behind and not letting me close the door.

"Delilah, it's been 2 years since Jacob has passed and your depression doesn't seem to be getting better. You're not putting yourself out there" She says as I peel my top off and grabva clean one of of the hanger.

"I do, I hang out with Mason and Nick all the time" I say pulling the shirt over my head and grabbing a new skirt and pulling it up.

"They're brothers Delilah, and they both like you. You shouldn't really be hanging out with them all the time, people are going to get the wrong impression" She says standing in the doorway of my room. I grab my brush and run it though my hair quickly and look into the mirror checking to make sure that it looks okay.

"No one is getting the wrong idea except for you mom, I've got to go now. Do you think I could get a ride because now I'm late and I don't want to be later then I have to be?" I ask her grabbing my purse and slinging it over my shoulder, my mom rolls her eyes and sighs.

"I've got nothing better to do then drive you around don't I?" She says walking down the stairs and driving me to the NewJourn office. It's a book editing place where they have people read over books and edit them, I saw that they were looking for interns and I seized the oppourtunity. Of coarse it's going to look good on my resume and help in the future for when I write my own book. I haven't actually started writting one, but i always write short stories and I'm quite good in english. My teacher thinks that I'd do very well as an author also, because I enjoy writing all the time. Practicing on my laptop, I've got about 3 dozon short stories on my computer that I'd like to put some use to.