Fish just stared at the computer screen, thinking his vision might blur. He had on his glasses.
Suddenly, he found himself putting a resume together. He looked back at Bella in the dark. She was asleep in bed.
Really, she was expecting her Prince Charming, now wasn't she?
Fish looked a bit like a blow fish as he made a face, holding air in his mouth and letting it out slowly as he studied the words. Would it be enough? Really? He was going to send in this resume to the school tonight or else.
He'd taken all the standardized test needed in teaching. His Mom had made sure of it. Just so you'd have more opportunities if you moved to different states, she'd assured him. He hadn't expected too. Really, it has been quite awesome in his little humble abode. He liked the non-stress world he'd lead. And now, he thought it would all blow up in his face like a mine field of some sort. He was already in a sweat thinking how his interview would go. Would it be worth it?
Yes, he knew how to play every instrument, and very well, too. There had been awards given out, and he had them to prove it. But he liked those opportunities where kids came to him, wanting to learn to play the guitar or the drums, not being in a forced environment where they could care less if they learned the tuba or not. This would be a challenge. And really, he felt sad about it.
He looked over the resume and then the application one more time. This was as good as it was going to get. Fish pressed send.
It was time to get Gib. He knew Emily and Archie were due some time, alone.