Chelsey
Breath Chels , you can do this. Why are you even nervous? Its just one of the most important days of your whole life. No pressure.
"Chelsey Adams"
I heard my name being called and I let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding. Today is basically the day I'd been waiting for. The day I have my interview, to see if I would get into one of the best universities ever. This has been my dream ever since I was five and I was not about to fuck it up. Excuse my language. I stood up slowly and straightened my pencil foot skirt, I was dressed to impress. Slowly I walked over to the receptionist , trying not to fall in these long ass heels that my Bestfriend Micheal chose. I've never actually been a fan of heels , especially one this high but I looked fabulous.
"Hello, I'm Chelsey Adams" I smiled at her , even though she had a mean ass look on her face. She smacked her lips loudly and led me to a back without saying a word to me , which I must say was really rude and unprofessional. She knocked on a black door and stuck her head inside speaking to someone on the inside. I could barely hear a word she was saying. She turned to me and gave me a one over then told me to go inside and take a seat.
I stepped inside and looked around seeing no one so I took a seat. My feet were killing me.
"I'll never listen to any fashion advice Michael is giving ever again" I mumbled to myself. Someone chuckled behind me and I damn near broke my neck trying to stand up. Damn. My nerves were getting the best of me and I wasn't having it. I cleared my throat and looked up at the other person in the room and instantly recognized him as the principal of this school. He was finer than I thought. At 50 he looked to be no older than 35, but that's not what I came here for.
"You must be Ms. Adams. I'm Dr. James Robinson , the principal at this noble institution. Sit down so we can start this interview"
I did as I was told , not breaking eye contact with him. My mother always told me to look dead in someone's eye to show them that I was neither scared nor was I a pushover. He took a seat across from me and immediately started to look through some papers , which had my name on it.
"Wow. You're GPA is very impressive. It says here you're 19?" He looked at me with his eyebrows scrunched together. I get his reaction a lot , because I look older than my age. I could easily be mistaken for 21 or 22.
"Yes I am, I guess I look older than my age" I maintained eye contact and smiled. You can do this Chelsey.
He chuckled lowly.
"No that's not what I mean. I've never seen someone so young with so many accomplishments. It says here you have gotten many awards for both academics and sports. Care enlighten me on those" he leaned forward staring at me intently. I was really uncomfortable under his gaze , it was like he was looking right through me. Looking for any signs of weakness. I was not about to give him any. I've read about him ; how he strips people naked , mentally that is. He looked for any signs of weakness and used it against a person.
"At 12 , I got the Wilson Brook Award for a piece I wrote in the local new -..." he cut me off mid sentence.
"What was the piece about?"
I stiffened when I heard his question. I dont know if he noticed and if he did he's doing a good job at hiding it. C'mon Chels you can do this. Just tell him what the piece is about.
"Um , it was about Sexual abuse and what may happen to children mentally who had been raped or even fondled with -..."
"And what made you choose that topic?"
I could tell right then and there that this was going to be a long ass interview that I was not ready for.
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After two hours of non-stop questions, the interview was finally over. I could tell he was very impressed with me. I was told that the school would call me and tell me whether or not I got in. I knew for sure I got in and if I didn't , well I'd burn that shit down. Simple as that. I decided to call Michael and tell him how it went. Before I could dial his number , I heard three knocks on my door and I knew exactly who it was. Michael. I walked as slowly as I can , cause I knew he get aggravated when I take too long to answer the door.
" BITCH I KNOW YOU HEAR ME KNOCKING ON THIS DAMN DOOR"
I chuckled and opened the door. He walked right pass me.
" Well hello to you too Michael, how may I help you ?"
He dramatically threw himself on the couch. I laughed at him as he fanned himself, like he was hot when it was damn well zero degrees in here.
" Hoe I got some tea for you."
He continued to fan himself dramatically and I couldn't help but bust out laughing.
"Spill"
I took a seat beside him and sat indian style giving him my full attention.
"So you remember that fine ass brotha I met at the bar a few nights ago?"
I nodded my head.
"Well bitch that nigga had the nerve to be tryna get my cookies and has a wife and family at home. His wife came to the salon today tryna cuss my ass out. Betta believe I slapped that stiff ass weave of her head"
By now I was full blown dying. Every body and their mother knew not to mess with Michael. Cause even though he's a man , he'll smack a hoe if she ever came outta line and not give two fucks.
For the rest of the night we talked, laughed and ate pizza.
How was chapter two?
Excuse my mistakes
