The whole day had been really tiring, and it was made worse when our bus had gotten stick in the snow. It took them two hours to clear the snow off so we could pass, and then another two hours to get home. I just wanted to sleep, but first...
"Hey Amelia, how are you? How was your exam?" Kathy screamed into the phone. Right now, I had no interest in talking but she had made me promise to call her once I got back.
"I'm fine, the exam was fine. I had a tiring trip back so I will call you when I wake up. Bye, love you." I said as I ended the call.
I woke up by nine pm, having slept for five hours. I quickly wore my thickest sweater and walked to Kathy's house. Dad wasn't still back from wherever he had gone to.
"Kathy, I don't know if I'm going to pass the exam." I whispered as soon as she opened the door.
"Amelia, why would you say that? Come in, it's freezing outside." She said as she dragged me upstairs to her room. I didn't see any other signs of life, that meant her parents weren't around.
"The first part of the exam was fine, but the second part wasn't. I froze up with tension after they asked me the oral question in the second part. When I finally managed to answer, I could only say...half before my time was up." I finished, sobbing into my hands.
"But you answered the question, didn't you? You'll pass alright, cheer up and don't cry again. You've done your best tension could affect anyone, they should understand that. Amelia, you'll pass this exam and go to Rome to fulfill your dreams." Kathy said, comforting me as my silent cries subsided.
I sniffed, "Thanks Kathy, that's what I needed."
"When are the results going to be out, anyways?" She asked.
"I think on Christmas eve." I replied, realizing that that was the day after tomorrow.
"Wow, that's really near." She shouted, to which I nodded.
I silently wondered what I would do to keep myself busy till Monday. School had vacated yesterday, and Fashionista had closed until the results were announced.
"Are you going to church tomorrow?" I asked Kathy. She was also a Catholic, but like me she rarely went. Hers however was because she didn't believe in some of the teachings.
"Yeah... I think I'll go. It's been a while since I last went."
"Okay then, I should be heading home now. My dad is probably at home already, where is your mom anyway?" I asked.
"Hospital." was all she said, that was the reply she had been giving this last week. I was beginning to think all wasn't right. Before I could ask, she had walked to the door.
As I waved her, I resolved to ask her about it after church.
**********
Church had been interesting because it was nearly Christmas. I was walking home with Kathy when I heard a familiar voice.
"Hi." That was all he said, yet I knew the voice before turning.
"Hey, Cole."
"How was the exam?" He asked, ruffling his dark hair. My eyes subconsciously went up to the action before looking directly at his face.
"It was nice, I guess." I replied, walking with him towards home.
"The exams were tough though, and the results are being released tomorrow. So I'm just hoping for the best."
"Don't worry, I know you'll pass. Just believe in what you've done." He said sweetly.
"So how's everything going with you? Your job, your life, romantic relationship?" I asked, smiling and nudging his arm at my two last words.
"My job is going great, just great. My boss is annoying and overworks me for fun, but I can't complain." He replies sarcastically.
He continues in his normal tone, "My life is alright, just taking everyday one step at a time. A romantic relationship, as you put it, is nonexistent I'm my life right now."
I couldn't help myself as I smiled a little at that. So he didn't have a girlfriend. Gosh, what was I thinking? The results of the dreams I worked so hard for were turning up tomorrow, and I was here thinking about a boy.
By now, we had made an unconscious arrangement to go to his cafe to sit down and talk. On the way, I realized that I had never talked or been with Cole for this long. This thought made me smile, but that smile dropped when I realized I couldn't get carried away.
As we sit across each other in one of the booths, I asked, "So you mean there's no girl there? Or... are you gay?"
"No, of course not." He nearly screamed. "There is no girl, maybe because I want something real. Something that would last, and I haven't seen that in anyone yet." He seemed deep in thought, like he was thinking of...someone.
He chose that moment to turn the tables on me, "So what about you? No lucky guy?"
I simply responded, "No guy is on my interest list right now. Lots of things to do and places to go."
He laughed, a little forcefully and nodded his head.
As our conversations moved from topic to topic, I realized that I liked this guy, a little bit more than a friend.
*********
"Amelia, the results are out." I jolted up at that. I had been waiting for the results at my workplace, and must have unconsciously drifted off to sleep.
I looked at Vanessa as she called all the other interns and gave us the list of accepted names. As I was searching for my name, Lily came from nowhere and snatched the list out of my hands without a word.
It took all of my willpower to not just slap her in the face. That, and the fact that I didn't want to ruin all my chances of good luck.
Apparently, she saw her name and smirked proudly at me before turning to Vanessa, "I got in." Vanessa simply smiled and nodded at her.
When I finally got the list, my heart was thumping loudly. If I didn't see my name there, I would possibly die from heartbreak, the physical kind.
By the time I had gotten to number 40, I was hyperventilating. I still hadn't seen my name. I was already calling Vanessa for support when I saw my name at number 45.
Amelia Sanders. This was it, I had gotten in. I would be going to Rome.
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Teen Fiction2nd place in the teen fiction category for The Waterfall Awards. Amazing banner by @Mysteriouswriter2006 "Success is not final; failure is not fatal: It is the courage to continue that counts." - Winston S. Churchill. Amelia Sanders, a 17-year old...