Inkwell and Paper

Dream Job


Jennifer walked into the stalk, white room. The day had finally come. She couldn’t believe it. She was nervous, yet excited. She twirled around in the middle of the room.

“I’m a teacher.” A boisterous laugh forced its way from her mouth.

Once she stopped dancing and laughing, Jennifer said, “What should I do first?”

She hung her welcome sign and the sign with her name on it. It was official. She had a job, the one she wanted.

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