Different worlds - Kai Parker

Chapter Seventeen 🥀

Lyla's Pov

I decided to walk into town instead of getting a ride with Kai, I wanted to clear my head and view more of the town I briefly spent my prison world days in.

My mind was overwhelmed with everything going on, a ten minute walk taking in the beautiful scenery ought to do it, I think. I know what you're thinking. Why haven't I done anything about getting my magic back, right? Thing is, I feel like I'm at my wits end. Although, at least I know there's a hint of it inside somewhere, tucked away where I can't find it - or feel it. A part of me wanted to let go of my old life, magic included. My grandmother would turn in her grave if she heard those words coming from my mouth. What I'd give to talk to her one last time, I'm certain her words of wisdom would give me hope to hold onto. Keep it together. I've gotten this far for God's sake. I've endured having cold hearted parenting, picked myself up from the ground when my family shunned me, and survived numerous accounts of psychological warfare. If anything I should be proud of myself, I'm a survivor.

I hadn't noticed I entered the centre of Mystic falls, still lost in my own thoughts. The cloudy sky had dispersed since leaving the apartment, a warm aroma filled the air around me as I walked by the town's bell tower. It's crazy how different the place seems from the prison world, even though it looks the same in terms of buildings and greenery, it's still so different. I carefully examine each store in my peripheral vision, picking which one to enquire about a job first. Oh, you're new.
Just at the end of a line of buildings, there's an office I hadn't seen before, indicating that it must be relatively new to the town. I cross the street, walking past the Mystic Grill down to the end of the street. Lockwood & Co. Upon reading the notices on the window, it appeared to be a newspaper business. I contemplate going inside the office, it had been quite a while since I wrote anything for...well that's the problem. I've never written a piece for any kind of establishment or the likes. I would write columns for my school's paper on occasion, if my writer's block wasn't in the agenda. I was fooling myself, what kind of business would hire an unqualified person to work for them?

Stop doubting yourself.

Before I could debate with myself any further, I already found myself standing in front of the main office desk. Biting my lip profoundly, I anxiously approach the woman sitting behind a computer. She appeared to be in her late forties, attired in a deep purple blouse and black fitted trousers. Her short hair was that of Auburn orange, drawing out the expensive looking pearls sitting on her chest. She must be the owner, or at least a woman of the upmost importance.

The woman notices my presence and her expression uplifted to a Cheshire cat. "Hi there, can I help you?", her strikingly blue irises flicker to mine.

"Yeah, I mean yes- I'd like to inquire about any job openings here?", I straighten up my posture, mindfully cussing myself for replying with yeah.

"Well let's see, would you be willing to apply for the summer internship? It's really the only way we can hire anyone, it gives us insight into how knowledgeable the possible candidates are before any decisions are made. Are you interested in signing up?", the Auburn haired woman studied my physique.

"I'd love to, I'm really interested in journalism, are there any requirements needed to apply?", I ask, feeling hopeful.

"Just high school certificates, I assume you've graduated?"

"Oh yes, two years ago actually "

"Perfect, here's the form"- she hands me the piece of paper with a warm smile. -" and if you could, drop it in by the end of this week as the deadline is Friday. Oh, and it's a paid internship in case you're wondering. Have a nice day", she patiently waits for me to leave the office. I gesture a polite nod and walk out of the office door, hearing the bell chime for the first time.