Sailin' away on a crest of a wave

It's like magic

Oh, rollin' and ridin' and slippin' and slidin'

It's like magic

And you, and your sweet desire

You took me, higher and higher baby

It's a livin' thing

It's a terrible thing to lose

It's a givin' thing

What a terrible thing to lose

The cool February wind hit Kate's face as she opened the side door of her house. She shivered and clung on to her jacket tighter as she strode her way down slippery decline of her driveway towards the mailbox in her winter boots while listening to music.

Classic music as she would call it. Anything from Electric Light Orchestra was played over one hundred times on her phone. It annoyed her mother and her mother's boyfriend, even her friends. She couldn't help but love "the classics".

Her eyes frantically looked across the street towards her neighbors houses. She must've looked like a mess. Her blonde hair thrown up in a messy bun, strands of hair making their way towards her face, pink pajama pants billowing out of her boots and getting soaked by the second from the snow on the ground, her navy blue jacket coming down to her knees barely providing her with warmth in the 10 degree weather.

She would only risk her decency and her warmth for one thing, and one thing alone. An acceptance letter. ...From what she had told her mom. She had been lying about applying to colleges even though it was her senior year in high school. What she had been scanning the mail for, for about two weeks, was an acceptance letter for job that would take her away from Colorado, away from the United States, away from everything. That's what she needed most right now.

Kate briskly opened the metallic mailbox, the snow on top of it drifting off. Gathering the mail in her hands she started to gruffly scan through. A credit card offer for her mother's boyfriend George. She rolled her eyes as she gazed at it and put behind another letter. A brightly colored advertisement for a cruise. Boring. The water bill. Important. Her midterm report card. Her brows perked up at the sight of it. She glanced towards the large picture window, making sure George wasn't watching her. When she knew she was in the clear she shoved in her pocket to hide from her mom. She hadn't done the best.

Another advertisement, this time for an oil shop. She sighed, watching the billow of hot air escape from her mouth and into the coolness of winter. Kate had lost all hope as she made it through another advertisement about cable. She could feel with her fingers that there was one last letter behind the advertisement. She didn't dare get her hopes up.

Finally, a blank envelope with her name on it. Her eyes widened. This must be it. She couldn't help but, beam at the sight of the envelope. Turning it around she saw that it was sealed with the company's symbol in the center.

She hurriedly shut the mailbox, running up the slippery slope of the driveway towards the side door of the house. Kate opened up the dumpster next to the stoop leading to the doorway and discarded the advertisements along with her mid term report card which she tore in half. No evidence can be found of her bad grades.

The warmth of the heater hit her as soon as she stepped inside, making her relax. Her boots squeaked from the melting snow as she shed off her winter apparel in the kitchen. Kate tossed the other letters on to the wooden dinning room table. "No mail today. Just some ads and a credit card offer for you." She called out towards George who was relaxing on the sofa watching hockey. "Thanks." He replied, not breaking his eyes from the tv.

She ran up the short flight of steps towards her room. As soon as she shut her bedroom door she knew she was in the clear. She tossed her headphones over on to her bed, knocking her water bottle down on her nightstand in the process. She was too anxious to care.

She bolted over to her desk where her laptop was perched along with a few books and writing utensils. Using her finger, she jammed it under the fold of the envelope and tore the letter open without care for the symbol in the middle of the flap. Excitement overcame her as she took out the neatly folded piece of paper.

"Dear Kate Nealy,

It is with great enthusiasm that we wish to tell you that we have accepted your application of employment with Jurassic World. We were very impressed every time we had spoken with you. We are very pleased to have you on board with us for the summer season. As discussed, the beginning of the season starts May 25th, 2014. Your position for employment will begin on June 1st, 2014. We do hope you will bring an acceptable passport and ID to get on to the island. Please respond to Ms. Dearing directly for more information on your employment.

Sincerely,

Simon Masrani, C.E.O & Claire Dearing, Park Manager"

Below Claire's signature was her email address. Kate swore she was hyperventilating at the time. She had been in love with the idea of working in a tropical environment for years now. It would be better than working somewhere in dreary old Colorado. Kate spun around in her desk chair, clasping the letter to the middle of her chest. She leaned backwards in her chair before fishing around in her back pocket for her phone and dialing a familiar number. "Alexis, oh my god, you won't even believe what I just got in the mail."