CHAPTER 7- Emily

  I am sitting here at the bench of the parking lot, waiting for my boyfriend to arrive. After that incident with Mr. Winston, I felt like I have no chance of being a chef though it wasn't my dream to be a chef, I am just doing this for my parents. I need to cope with all the mistakes that I had done to them and if I finish this short course, I am sure that they will feel happy.

  I dial the number of my friend, Jane. I wanted to talk to her right now and rant all the thoughts in my head right now. I can't tell to my boyfriend because he has a good instinct than mine, he knew it in advance and he never fails to give any advice to me on what to do in every difficult situation. He is like my father, a younger version of my father.

  "Hey," I said and smiled bitterly.

  "What's wrong, Emily?" my friend asked in a suspicious way.

  I shake my head lightly and say. "I have a problem, Jane." And eyes turn out to be watery this time.