SONG // Flowers In Your Hair - The Lumineers
LOCATION // Virginia City, Local Coffee Shop
But she didn't want to teach English at just any high school. She wanted to go back to Virginia City and teach English there, at the high school she once attended to and lived most of her memories in. She had been in Virginia City for about three weeks and a half now because classes had just stated this week and she needed time to come back from Phoenix and settle in, but she hadn't seen any of her past friends or classmates around town, leaving her to believe she was maybe the only girl from her generation who returned to their hometown. But well, it's not like she did much but wake up, go to the school, teach, go back home, grade some papers, go to sleep and repeat. Being a teacher was no easy job and even if it was only the first week of school, things where picking up pretty quickly.
Today her first class wasn't until around 10:00 a.m. so she still had time to go grab a coffee before work. Since she still didn't have money to buy her own house or apartment, Izzy had settled into her parents' home again, just like old times. But now instead of sleeping and spending time in her room, she had turned the basement into her own makeshift apartment. Will a little minibar and all (which mostly contained left over take-out food and a ton of Arizona tea). As she made her way up the stairs, all dressed up ( x ) and ready for another day at work, her mother stopped her before she could get out of the house.
"Iz, honey, there was a letter in the mail for you this morning!" she called out from the kitchen.
"Alright ma, just leave it in the counter and I'll read it when I get back!" Isobel called out from the front door while she slipped on her shoes. But as she made her way outside, her mother followed her and stopped her in the front porch to hand her the letter.
"Don't kill me. I opened the letter, I was too curious. I think you should take it with you and read it while you get your coffee, it's got exciting news," her mom said smiling. Izzy had no idea what the woman was talking about so she just snorted, shook her head, smiled back at her and waved goodbye as she grabbed the letter from her mother's hand and got into the car, driving to the school's nearest coffee shop.
She parked, got out, ordered a cold coffee and sat down for a couple of minutes to relax and read the letter her mother handed to her and insisted she read. As Iz opened the envelope with delicate movements she realized this wasn't an ordinary letter; it was an invitation. A high school reunion invitation to be exact. Izzy couldn't help but smile excitedly at the thought of getting to see her friends and classmates again, and all grown up.
"Well, tonight's surely going to be an interesting night."