Ready to fight

To distract myself from bad feelings, I looked at the laptop on my desk. It was on stand-by mode with tiny bright dots sparkling all over the dark screen. I touched a key on the keyboard. The computer woke up and opened a pretty screen-saver, a picture of a snow-covered house surrounded by white frosty trees. It looked really beautiful.  A little bit out of season but still a nice view.

The picture reminded me of our own house in winter, covered with thick layers of snow, nearly buried under a huge white mass as if ready to crumble. Lately, however, our house was about to crumble under the financial burden which befell on my mom and me and which we tried to overcome until this very day.

“That’s it! I am going to fight for it!” I thought decidedly and even slammed my fist on the desk, “I’m going to succeed because I have this incredible chance to run my own company. And no matter what grown-ups would say, there is always a place for magic in life!”

I touched another key on the keyboard. A password box popped up on the screen. “You will have to pick your own password, Miss Klim. It will be known exclusively to you,” I remembered Linda’s instructions and did not ponder a bit. “LIFEISMAGIC” I typed quickly and pushed the “enter” key.

Now I felt that I was definitely ready to get down to Mr. Glater’s files with no fear or hesitation. “Wait!” There was something else I had to take care of right away. I opened a blank electronic page and began to type: “Due to my recent promotion and job transfer to a different company location, my daughter, Liza Klim, will no longer be attending Greenlane Middle School….” Actually, the school was not a bad place at all. I did enjoy it despite occasional boring math assignments, Bella the tattletale, and grilled cheese sandwiches in the cafeteria. I knew I would even miss school, well, when I wouldn’t be too busy with work, of course.  I continued on with my note: “It was an honor to have my daughter at your school. Liza will always cherish the memories of the wonderful times she had at Greenlane Middle,” I added at the end of the letter and signed it: Jennifer Klim, CEO. Wow, if only Mom had even known! I printed this sentimental message on the company stationary paper and put in a pretty envelope with the AFM logo. Now, the door to my previous life was shut tight.