Yesterday I had a job interview after school. I had been applying for a few months at different places and had almost forgotten about this one when the lady called me to set up an interview.
So the whole time I was dressed up nice and smiling and shaking the lady’s hand, inside I felt like puking. I don’t really do well under pressure.
My mom had told me to be early and I was, a whole half hour early, so I sat in my car and tried to finish my sandwich from lunch. But it wasn’t tasting too good so I worried and shook and called my mom (again) who told me to take a few deep breaths.
After the interview was over I returned to my car and finally took my first real lungful of air.
I had gotten the job.
From the world of the not-so-ordinary,