Page 54 of That First Flight

Avery

OH MY GOD. THAT’S TODAY. YES YES!!

Peyton

Relax.

Avery

YOU’RE GOING TO NAIL IT!

Kali

But really why are we screaming like this.

Avery

I WANT TO MAKE SURE MY EXCITEMENT FOR HER IS SHOWING THROUGH TEXT. FUCK RIGHT OFF. BOTH OF YOU.

Kali

Please do what we do and just ignore her. You don’t need luck because they’ll hire you on the spot. You got this, babe.

Emiline

Yes! You got this, Macey! The job is going to be yours!

Peyton

We’re so proud of you.

Ever since the girls added me to their group chat at dinner on Tuesday, my phone has been going absolutely haywire all day, every day. At first, it was weird because I use my phone so little that my battery can last for about three days. Now it’s dead by two in the afternoon.

But something about this group of girls has me feeling more and more at home.

I finally feel like I might fit in somewhere.

I finally feel like my past isn’t at the forefront of my life filled with people criticizing me.

The group chat is calledGirl Gangbut they should really consider renaming it toHype Squadbecause these girls are constantly lifting each other up.

One day, Kali barely got any sleep and she sent a text about how she’s pulling herself out of bed to go get coffee down the block. Everyone hyped her up for just getting out of bed to get coffee. I couldn’t help but laugh.That’swho these girls are.

I eventually learned through texts that Emiline works at the hospital in the Emergency Department, and when she has a rough shift, the girls are right there listening to her and making her feel better about whatever it is despite not understanding a damn thing she’s talking about with her medical jargon.

It took a few days for me to open up. I felt weird and out of place in the group still, especially since I haven’t met Emiline in person yet. But a few days ago, I finally opened up about this interview and my nerves surrounding it. Since then, I’ve been bombarded with nothing but positivity from them.

It makes me feel… at peace.

It makes me feel like this could possibly be a long term friend group for me.

It makes me feel like I have some type of family here.

I fire off a quick thank you text to them and begin to rummage through my closet to try and find something somewhat presentable to wear for this interview. Unfortunately, I don’t own many clothes since I didn’t leave Montana with much to begin with.

It’s a five-star restaurant, so how bad is it going to make me look when I show up in dark wash jeans and a floral t-shirt? I mean, I’ll likely be wearing a pair of black work pants and a shirt they provide for me anyway.

This is what I hate most about our situation.