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DAYS PASSED FOR Talia really quickly. 12 days had gone by and the girl still struggled to settle back into her normal routine. The only difference in the routine was that right at 3:15pm sharp her phone would ring and Bella would be on the other end of the call ready to talk to her about anything.
"Okay, same time tomorrow?" Talia asked.
"Of course!" Bella spoke on the other line.
"Alright then, bye Bells!"
"Bye T!"
The girl hung the phone up and placed it down on her desk. She sat at her desk, her homework completely done, her textbooks sprawled out in a futile attempt to focus so she could continue being ahead in the curriculum. One thing on that desk was different. It sat in the middle of the desk lying there with the possibility of a different life for her.
Talia picked at her nail wondering if to open the envelope or not. She hadn't told anyone about it. Not even Bella who she should have told. It was a small envelope not a big one. So automatically it meant rejection right?
Right?
Talia's anxiety continued to crawl under her skin especially when she grabbed the envelope and stashed it back into her desk drawer. She didn't want to physically know that her only chance of going back to Forks was rejected.
Talia leaned back in her chair, staring blankly at the drawer where she had hastily shoved the envelope. Her leg bounced restlessly, the rapid tapping of her foot against the floor filling the otherwise quiet room. She clenched and unclenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms before releasing. The air in her room felt heavy, like it was pressing down on her chest, making it harder to breathe.
She stood abruptly, pacing from one side of her room to the other, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. "Why did it have to be a small envelope?" she muttered under her breath. Everyone knew what that meant. Small envelopes didn't bring good news. They brought polite rejections and empty apologies.
Her fingers brushed against her hairline as she ran her hands over her face, trying to calm the growing pit in her stomach. Her eyes flicked back to the desk, and she let out a frustrated sigh. Why couldn't she just open it? Get it over with? At least then she'd know.
