direct message ♡ njh

ch. 4

blood rushed through my body. my heart pounding, as each word came out of her mouth. it was a cloudy thursday, and i was at my major sitting on my professor's desk. class has ended and here i was, speaking with my professor about an internship.

she was currently on the phone, talking to a nearby school, calling lincoln elementary, about an internship.

"that would be lovely," dr.philips said, softly. she looked up at me, smiling widely. i always admired her, always looked up to her.

"oh, you could definitely talk to her," she handed the phone to, nodding as she did. my face, i swear to god, probably looked like a fucking troll. i swear, when she said thag my head just exploded. i can never make conversation with people. it's scary as hell.

i was a nervous, i'll tell you that. "h-hello?"

"is this ms.johnson?"

"y-yeah- or uh, yes. s-sir, it is ms.johnson."

"and how is ms.johnson doing?"

"ms.johnson is doing great, a little nervous." dr.philips gave me a disapproving look, due to my response.

on the other line i could hear his laughter. it was loud, and scared me. it sounded like santa claus.

"i gotta say, your paper is incredible. you are very talented in writing. the way you talk about your future, truly astounds me. at such a young age, you have your life all planned out. you know exactly what you want to do, and i aspire that. you'd be perfect for this internship. unless, you don't want-"

"i want it. i want it so badly." i plead, earning another disapproving look from dr.philips.

he laughed, his ho ho ho laugh. "great. we're excited to have you join us. so does monday work for you?"

"oh definitely."

"mrs.moore will surely appreciate you being her student teacher."

"t-thank you so much for this opportunity."

"no problem. see you on monday."

"yeah, bye." i pressed the end call button and let out a relieved sigh. i looked up and saw dr.philips staring at me. "sorry," i sighed.

"i guess it's alright. it's nerves, it'll be okay. just remember; never beg or plead, and never admit you're nervous. no matter what. it shows-"

"-weakness." i said, finishing off her sentence. she looked up me, with a grin. "...but guess who's going to be a student teacher on monday?" i added, smirking.

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i quickly tied my black apron around my waist. the coffeehouse wasn't that busy today, there were writers or bloggers, typing on their laptops drinking soy chais and what not. little pre-teens playing truth or dare in one of the booths, drinking hot chocolates and vanilla shakes. an elderly couple, pouring a whole bunch of cinnamon in eachother's drinks, laughing.

"frank! i'm going to kill you, you know i hate cinnamon." i heard the elderly lady whine. i smiled. it was absolutely adorable. they started to laugh, and i'll forever wish to have a relationship that lasts that long.