Nicole Werner

The First Page

I eagerly watched as L stood and moved to the front of the room. She walked with slow, steady steps, a look of contemplation and perhaps even hesitation on her face. While I understood the reasoning behind both expressions, it was not at all what was swirling like a storm inside of me. I was beyond excited, gleeful even. L approached C and held out her hand. C silently placed the little black notebook in her outstretched hand, and L returned to her seat. I was next. As I made my way towards C, I struggled to keep a dignified pace. C smirked as she handed me my notebook, as if she knew I couldn’t wait to start. After I returned to my seat, C looked at us both. “Congratulations. You have six months to complete your notebooks. Good luck.”