Margaret's Story by Angel J. Traver Vera

Chapter One: In a heartbeat (by Ángel Jacinto Traver Vera)

traververa — 2014-05-10 11:13:38 UTC

Living here can be sometimes maddening and with no prospect: friends, family, no work, no future, no peace, no experiences, always the same routine... And the friends and the family can be a confortable sofa where your life pass without realizing. Margaret stirred these thoughts with that familiar sense of empty. And outdoors a dense fog rolled on quieter streets of the newcomer Autumn. Noboby, Margaret, studies here Classics, nobody -she said herself, repeating last words of her ex boyfriend-. She took back Lucretius and kept reading in the second booK: "It's sweet to look at the see when the storm stirs its waves".

Juan José Martín

emprendedoresco — 2014-05-12 14:29:40 UTC

Two weeks later, Margaret and her friend Mary went shopping in the downtown. After two hours, they had coffee and talked about their future's plans. They always ended up saying the same thing: we have to wait. Suddenly the phone rang. Margaret's mother was calling.

- Hello, honey, where are you?

- Hello, Mum, I'm here with Mary, having a cup of coffee. We are shopping some dresses and shoes. Nothing in particular.

- It has arrived a letter for you.

- A letter? Whose?

- From Ithaca University.

Pedro Martínez Sancho

musarenascens — 2014-05-12 21:31:07 UTC

She drank the coffee quickly. She became nervous and could not find the shopping bags. Mary tried to calm her.

- Be quiet. I think something good will happen you.

- I hope so. I've been waiting for this moment a long time. Too long.

- I'm happy for you. But who will now go shopping with me?

- Don worry about that. I promise you we both will go shopping at New york, if I have luck this time.

- It's really a good idea.

Angela Left

missangelas — 2014-05-12 22:03:35 UTC

They picked up her car and went very fast to her mum´s house. She would want to see that encouraging letter with her own eyes. Their dreams of wasting all their money in New York could wait, because it was closer to their reality.

Margaret´s parents were waiting for her in their conservatory´s house. Her mother´s eyes were full of tears. Her mothers knew how important that it could be for her daughter´s future and for her entire life.

Suddenly, a car stopped in front of the Margaret´s house.

-"Is it Margaret?" Her mum said.

María Isabel Blanco Pumar

2014-05-13 07:19:32 UTC

Next day Margaret was preparing her luggage to fly to New York. She had called the number that appeared in the letter. A professor in the university had answered the phone, he had read her curriculum in LinkedIn and he was trying to find a helpful and hard-working student willing to continue a degree on researching. She wouldn’t receive any wages for the first months but if she worked hard they could come up to a money agreement. She hadn’t thought it twice; she was so expectant to get away from that boredom and loneliness that in that same moment she booked the flight to New York.

Pilar Rodríguez

2014-05-13 08:03:46 UTC

At the end of the flight, the stewardess handed him a form to fill. "What is your address in the coming months?" -It is said in a section-. Margaret wrote nervous: At Ithaca University, 650 Calton Hill Avenue.

A feeling of happiness filled her when she saw the green campus surrounded by gothic and neoclassical buildings. She thought then that the future was the present.