One of those days, Samantha decided to visit Nicole. She asked Nicole if she could go visit her (when she went to the coffee shop with Andrew) and she said yes, only she told her to go when she wasn't working. Days went by and she went. She decided to go alone.

When she went it was five o'clock in the afternoon. The moment she arrived, standing in front of the house, she was afraid to knock. She stood in front of the house. People looked at her strangely as she passed by.

After a few minutes she finally decided to knock. A man who looked like this opened the door.

- Good afternoon... - said Sam.

- Good afternoon, Miss. - he answered. - You must be Samantha, right?

- Yeah... I am.

- Come in, Nicole is waiting for you.

She went in. The man, who seemed to be Nicole's father, went to call her. Samantha sat down on one of the sofas. Emily and Reina were playing in the living room with their dolls. Sam greeted them but they... They barely responded. This made Sam a little ashamed, for some reason.

After a while, Nicole came in. The girls were still there.

- Hi, hi!

- ...Hi.

- ...So, what do we do? - Nicole asked.

- I don't know... - Sam answered.

- T-then why did you come here? - Nicole replied inexpressively.

- Huh?

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They began to talk about various things after this conversation. Don't ask.

After that, Nicole went to get some snacks and two glasses of juice.

- Here you go.

- Thank you. - Sam replied. "Although... If you had that you would have brought it from the beginning..."

She didn't want to say it out loud.

- So... I have a question. - Sam said.

- So tell me.

- Well... - said Sam, a little nervous, for some reason. - Do you have any goals in your life or something you want to achieve?

- Huh? That question was quite unexpected. - said Nicole.

- Yeah, I know, sorry...

- ? - Nicole. - Don't worry, I'm still going to answer it... But... Let me think for a moment, okay?

- Ok.

It seemed as if Nicole was trying to sort out her thoughts.

- I don't... It's not entirely clear to me. - Nicole said after a while. - When I was younger I wanted to be like my mom, a teacher.

- Your mom is a teacher? - Sam asked, surprised.

- Well, yes... She works at your school.

- She does? Wow, I didn't know that.

- She's one of the math teachers.

- I see. - Sam replied. "She never taught me then..."

- Although... I might actually like being a journalist better in the end.

- Would you really? Interesting... And why do you want to study that? - Sam asked.

- I like to investigate things, and get to the bottom of things... Or something like that. Plus, when I was younger, I felt like this was one of the most important careers, you know? Information is always needed at all times. Well... Actually, it allows us to have knowledge of reality. Also, it is necessary to have a record of society at different times.

- Yes, I know...

- But... It's too stressful too, and I don't like that.

- Eh... Ha, I understand... - Sam didn't know what to say.

- Although if I'm a teacher I'll be able to train the professionals of the future, and that would make me happy too. And so... That's it. - Nicole said. She was smiling.

"Ah... So that's why she's still not getting into college." Samantha thought after hearing all that.

- I see. - Samantha replied. - Thinking like that... It's kind of cute, you know?

- I guess, but... I don't know which one to actually study. I quite like them both... But okay, enough about me. Now it's your turn to answer, do you have some kind of objective or a goal you want to achieve?

- Huh? Well... Yes, I guess I do. - Sam answered.

- Do you? Tell me more.

- This, well... I want to be a writer, and I want to be famous... - Sam said nervously. - That's all.

- Wow... Mmm... How cool. It really is. - she said. - I didn't expect that from you, but I'm glad you decided to be one. When you publish your first book I'm going to be the first to buy it.

- Thank you, Nicole, I really appreciate it, but... This... The thing is... Almost everything I write is mediocre and that's... Depressing. Although... I try to improve, because I like it... But I always have the constant fear that I can't make it...

Nicole, after hearing that said:

- You're going to make it. You might stumble along the way and stuff, but if you keep practicing you're going to get better and you're going to be able to accomplish what you're striving for. Come on, trust in yourself a little more, it's not hard. Have faith. Look at this as a leap of faith. You may do well, or you may not. That doesn't mean you're going to get depressed. You may fall to your lowest point, but... Even if that happens, the only thing left for you to do is to get back up, and try again.

- T-thanks, I guess. - Sam said. - I didn't think words like that would come from you.

- What kind of image did you have of me, huh?

- ...Sorry.

After that, a while later, someone opened the door to the house. It was Nicole's mother. The girls, who were still playing, went to greet her, hugging her.

- Hi girls! - she said.

- Mom! - they both said almost in unison. - Good afternoon!

- And where is your father, who doesn't come to greet me? - she asked them.

- He's upstairs, in your room, sleeping. - said Emily.

- Oh yeah? He'll see this one. I work all day, and he's only works until three o'clock? And he can't even say hello to his wife coming home from work? Agh... He's such a...

The rest couldn't be heard because she was going upstairs, but... She was still complaining.

- Ignore that. - Nicole said to Sam, she was smiling uncomfortably. - It's almost always like that.

- I see...

Nicole's mother had completely ignored Sam. After a while she came downstairs and greeted her. Minutes later, almost 7 o'clock, Samantha said goodbye to her and her daughters and went back to her house.

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This experience was motivating for Sam... I think.