Laurel had just reached the bottom of the steps leading from her flat to the street below when she bumped into Professor Ingram. Thirty years had passed since she last saw her but she’d never forgotten her. She still remembered her saying to her, “It doesn’t matter what you do, you’ll never amount to anything.”
At first she was crushed but after learning that Albert Einstein, Walt Disney, Larry Ellison, the founder of Oracle and her favorite writer, Charlotte Bronte were told the same thing, she was encouraged. She was determined to prove the Professor wrong.
Now, several published and critically acclaimed novels later and the recipient of the the Nobel Prize for Literature, she was face to face with the professor who almost succeeded in dashing her hopes. “Hello, Professor Ingram.”
The woman studied her. “You look familiar. What’s your name?”
“Laurel Jackson. I was your student thirty years ago.”
“Laurel Jackson, the writer?”
“Yes and this year’s Nobel prize winner for literature.”
Professor Ingram smiled. “And you were one of my students?”
“Yes. I’m the girl you said wouldn’t amount to anything.”
The smile disappeared.
“You were wrong, Professor. I did amount to something.”