RPS 2 - English

Here the second installment of this fic that I feel much personal.

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2

—What were you saying?

—Nothing... –Mónica answered back, somewhat messed up in her mind—. Nothing, just that the people at the agency called to tell me I’ve got a job on Tuesday. There is going to be a meal at the Sheraton and you know that at these events they always want attractive girls...

—Ah... —Scarlett seemed unfocused, deep in her own mind.

—Do you wanna go?

Suddenly, Scarlett appeared to get self-concious and asked:

—To that dinner?

—No... well... actually, it is a meal, but... you know, these things usually get longer... —Mónica was sitted at the University’s garden bench, watching the people come and go. The guys and girls, groupped some of them, laughing loudly, and also some teachers who walked hurriedly towards their classes, papers under their arms.

And to think this was going to end so soon...

—Well... In fact I don’t wanna go, but I need the money... I’m saving as much as I can.

—So you’ve entered your papers for the scolarship?

—Yes, this morning.

—And when will they give you an answer?

—Well, they said that in about one or two months... Besides, I’ve got to give them a letter from the college and my research project...

—Cool...

Scarlett played with the little thingies hanging from her purse, in the stone bench. She smelled the scent of nostalgia in the air. Everything looked ok, the school, the guys, the teachers... but undoubtedly something had changed... In her. In those of her generation.

She felt a bizarre feeling of warmth, fraternity and companionship she had not felt all along their carreer, or well, only towards her close friends: with Dulce (what has happened with her by the way? I’ve got to call her), with Moi... and so on. But now, the entire classgroup was more integrated...

Angélica and Itzel came and went preparing everything for the graduation party (they had showed her the two rooms where they planned to make the party, but she was unsure: she wanted something more... cool); the other girls, the ones that had been “baptized” as the Spice Girls (because she where always together) had on the contrary broken their group and joined other people. It was common to see them now with guys which whom it would have seemed impossible a few years back. Guys like Oscar, René and his friends or some other times with Hugo, Ulises and Susunaga... —god knows what did they have in common with the spicy ones, but that was so—, and even with themselves, with Mónica and herself. Maybe it was because everyone realized the time was coming: this was the last semester of College for most of them. Some guys had not finished their French or English classes, like herself, but in general, on arriving December they would all say goodbye to each other, and would leave, searching new paths for their lives...

She herself was afraid for what it may happen in the future. Right now she was making her social service at the Mexican Oil Institute and was working on her thesis. She hoped to sign contract with them at the ending of her service, but she had nothing for sure. She looked the College world with nostalgia, even though it had not changed yet: they would be the ones who’d change, everyone, her entire generation. They would leave school and would never, ever, come back. An entire era of their lives was on the verge of ending without any possibility for it coming back.

And none could tell what the future had to offer.

Mónica, in her own, was in the paperwork to get a scolarship from the Ministery of Foreign Affairs. She had a research project (about what? Oh, yes, it was about psychology of persuasion, or leadership, or something like that) and wanted to enter it at the Complutense in Madrid, hoping to be accepted. Furthermore, she used her time in working as an escort at some high level events. She had worked in this for some years now, and she was a little bit tired of it. But she hoped things would change when leaving college.

But not even her could be sure of anything...

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