What Goes, Comes Back

Say, hi!

     “Ugh! I don’t understand why I still have to go to college, mom! I’m eighteen already,” complained a young, brunette American girl.

“Darling, you have to. Don’t be a child now,” said a woman in her mid-forties  with a wavy blonde hair. “College is fun and way better than high school,” she added.

            Spring break is coming. It’s been a month already since Natalie’s father told her that he would want to send her to college. Natalie really did not want to. Aside from she’s not really into studying, she wanted to go and make her own world. She loves music. Her father decided before to have her in a conservatory school of music, but it’s not the kind of passion she has.

       Now she’s in the front gate of Louisiana State University, which is apparently, her new school, with her mother, still arguing about the college thing.

    “You go now, make lots of new friends, okay?” she kissed her daughter and drove back home.

            It was the first day of school, so basically, there were many teenage students scattered all over the place. It’s a very huge university and lots of school organizations were busy recruiting for new members. Unluckily, not a single club interested her.

            She’s taking the path to her dorm room—yes, the students would be living in the dormitory inside the campus—when she saw a post that was very eye-catching for her.

Chatterings, banging lockers, and clacking footsteps, are unpleasant to hear. Natalie hates morning noise. It’s the official start of class, and she’s excited. Not because of her new lessons—that would break her head—but because of the post she took yesterday. She’d just endure the boring lecture of her professors, getting scolded when she’d be caught sleeping, eating lunch alone, etcetera.

     Ring!

            The bell’s ringing!

            “It’s time,” Natalie said to herself almost a whisper with a victorious smile on her face.

“Hey, good afternoon.” She greeted as soon as she arrived at the studio. “I got this from the board yesterday,” then she showed the pamphlet to a—more like a rebel yet a nice—guy. “Is this still in?” She continued. It was an internship for the university’s radio station.

           “Yes,” the guy responded, standing from his chair. “I really thought no one would see the post again,” he stretched his hand to her. “You’re hired.” The guy is the station manager.

Though a little confused, she shook hands with him. “Wait, are you saying, we’re many here?”                                                                                                                                                     “If you’ll consider three persons as many, then we are!” He answered cheerfully.

“Hello, am I late?” A young man approached the two.

“Oh, there he is! Now we’re all set,” he announced clapping his hands. “You two can manage introducing yourselves with each other later,” he added, gesturing the two to follow him. He led them to a shelf of CD’s, records, and stuff. “Put these in the box, and organize the others in this case. Got it?” The pair nodded, then he strode off.

“Hi.”

“Hi!”

They coincidentally said in unison. But more lively on the guy.