7: The hope of something better

“Jaclyn,” Mrs Adams calls to me and I turn to see her walking in my direction with eyes of relief, “I’m glad you haven’t left yet. I need you in my office.” 

Without hesitation, I follow her into her white-painted, medium-sized office. There is a mahogany bookshelf to the right standing beside the window and at the left a mini-fridge close to a drawer containing files of every students' academic report. at the centre of the office is Mrs Adams desk and she approaches it. The last renovation the office had was three years ago, but it looks so good, it would pass for yesterday. 

She takes her seat, and I do the same after being told to. She closes up the notebook before her and moves it to the left side of the desk before speaking. 

“Jaclyn, you’re one of our brightest students at UA.” she begins, and that line was what most people used to break bad news subtly. 

Perhaps Dane already