Chapter Thirty-Seven:
I open all the gifts I received from my family later that night, my Grandmother gave me a hundred dollars in cash and my parents bought me a new sewing machine since mine is old and close to being broken. Christmas was a let down and my Mother told me that I'm not allowed to leave the house for the rest of the break unless it's with either her, Abuela or Dad that fucking sucks. School starts back up on the ninth of January so I guess I have quite a bit of time to "Think about it" like Gabriel wants... I don't know why I am doing what he wants anyways because he has put me through hell and back but I guess I kind of want to as well? I don't know, I'm on my period right now and my hormones are crazy if i'm being honest. I am so fucking bored, I'm only three days in and I feel like I'm quarantined since i'm not even allowed to even go on a walk but my Grandmother was kind enough to get me some fabric so I can make some things while I'm home. I know she isn't keeping me home because I "ran away" she is doing it so I don't go see a certain person that is so stupid since she doesn't control my life, I'm my own person.
The only thing I can possible think about doing right now is sew. Sew my frustration and anger away. I love the feeling when I create something, all my stress and emotion I am feeling in that moment seems to go away and all my attention is towards that piece of clothing. I feel like the world is in my hands when I sew, like I can control everyone and everything... even my fate and destiny.
Half of the time I don't even know what I'm sewing, it's just so natural. I don't need a template half the time, I just know the measurements and what to do. I can't wait to go to university because there are still a lot of things I don't know about the industry that I should.
After three hours between sewing and sketching, I end up creating a reversible bucket hat that is luckily a perfect fit. One side jean that I cut out from a pair of old jeans I don't wear and the other, black bandana. Clothing isn't really what I wan't to do by the time I'm out of University though. I love shoes, everyone that knows me knows that. I would love to design sneakers and work for big companies that do that but I have years til that dream can become true and who knows, I may find a love for designing just clothes. I've only made one shoe design, on my iPad and it is in my profolio for Parsons. I should have made more, I know that now... so they know what type of design I'm interested in but i'm stupid and already handed it in.
Out of nowhere, I hear a ding come from my laptop and I quickly go to check what it is. Typing in my long password, I see a email notification and click on it without hesitation. It's the Chancellor from Parsons, she finally got back to me! I jump up in excitement, falling down on my bed but then quickly go to see what she said,
"Good afternoon Miss Flores, sorry it took so long for me to get back to you. I would love to fly down from New York sometime in January, after New Years so we can talk more about your interest in design and why you have chosen Parsons. If you don't mind meeting me down in Los Angeles, even though it's a far drive, I will be sure to get my assistant to work on a date right away.
Sincerely, Professor Tanya Davis." I clap in excitement then write her back,
"Yes, that would be great! Thank you for making the time to meet me." It only takes a few minutes for her to reply,
"Great, it's settled then. I'm looking forward to it Miss Flores." I scream on the top of my lungs and both my Mom and Grandmother race in,
"Is everything okay?!" My Mom asks,
"It couldn't be better! The Chancellor from Parsons wrote me back, saying she wants to meet me after the break!" I squeal and both of their jaw drop before a big smile take over their faces,
"That's great Maddie, congrats!" My Grandmother says. They come over to give me a big hug,
"Well we shouldn't get our hopes up, she only said she wanted to meet me to go over some things."
"Maddie, you should be proud of yourself for even getting the meeting." Mom says.
"Oh trust me I am, when am I not proud of myself?" I joke. Honestly I'm freaking out. I really just want to run and go tell... Leandro, tell Leandro. Who am I kidding, I'm lying to myself. Even though Gabriel wasn't very happy about it, I want to tell him. He's the only person I really want to tell anything to be honest and that fucking sucks.