Jane
"Jane. You've been accepted to join The Council of Magic and History."
What! I bounced up as the message repeated itself on my phone. I can't believe it! I made it into the hardest thing of hard things to get into! I bounced up and down. Wow, I wasn't sure if I would make it in.
I remember the first time I encountered the council to join like it was yesterday. Well, that was probably because it was yesterday…
"Jane. You may enter." I heard a deep voice coming from inside. I opened the doors to the council I had always wished to be apart of. I stepped inside the enormous room. Wow, it was more than I had ever dreamed of. The glass-stained windows were beautiful, giving light to the wide room that seemed to swallow me.
"Enjoying the scenery are we?" I turned to the center of the room when I saw the man sitting on the right of the man in the center. I instantly knew that I disliked him. I thought about sticking my tongue out at him, but that probably wouldn't be a good first impression.
The man on the left of the middleman giggled like he knew exactly what I thought.
"Talk when you can." The man in the middle of the huge mass of men said. I don't want to seem nervous so I continued.
"I brought my application. I would like to know if I could apply to be apart of The Council of Magic and History." I managed to say. Then about half of them froze and the other half looked like they were going to fall over on their backs with laughter. Except for one of them and he had a smug look on his face.
He murmured "Told you so." He looked the youngest of all of them; he must be Paul the kid who joined the council a year ago when he turned 19.
If I happened to make the council, which I doubt, I would be the youngest to ever join and the first girl. Yeah, I was really pushing my luck.
"Excuse me, Jane is it?" The man who sat in the middle who seemed to be the president or something asked me curiously.
"Yes?" I asked a little too hopefully.
"If you made it into the council, by any chance, you do understand you will be the first girl." He said emphasizing on the word girl like it disgusted him. A few more snickers went around the room.
"Yes." I said confidently even though that was the exact opposite of how I felt.
"Well, we'll look at the application." He said tucking it into his pocket. "You may leave now." I turned around.
And there were more snickers.
Jerkish guys.
I heard a sudden laugh louder than the rest; it was the same laugh that I got from the man that snickered at me when I thought about not getting along with the guy next to him. I sighed I pressed against the lovely, ancient, oak doors and left the hallow room.
I heard a brief conversation on my way out.
"I told you guys a girl was coming."
"Okay, I'll give you that, but we aren't really going to let her join are we?"
"I think we should consider it."
I left the room I went to my yellow Porsche outside.
And that was the last time I saw the council, I was starting to think they just threw the application away without even looking at it. Well, ha to all those annoying snickerers.
This would be the perfect way to show everyone how useful a girl could be. Then I saw something on my doorstep. It was an apple pie. There was a small note attached.
Welcome to our family.
So, they deiced to be kind. I grabbed the pie and instantly had a piece; it tasted a little funny but not bad.
The next day I realized the funny taste was pineapple. I'm allergic to pineapple. I got sick for a week. In the application it asked if I was allergic to anything. I now know why. Oh, now it's on.