Rejected From Internship Novels & Stories

' 'Pack History & Law Curriculum Consultant. "These are perfect for you," Sylvia said, pointing at the screen. "You've always aced these courses. You need to apply." I started sending applications, a small spark of hope flickering inside me. But it died within minutes. One by one, automated rejections popped up almost immediately. The first rejection stung, the second made my chest tighten. By the fourth, even Sylvia was silent beside me. The fifth one came with a blunt, non-automated line: 'The Stormwolf Pack Administration does not employ individuals under active disciplinary review.'

Quickly changing in the bathroom Dylan showed me, I came downstairs to be greeted by three boys who I could tell were the wolves from before. They were now dressed too, including Dylan. They introduced themselves as Jace, Ash, and Ethan. They were all good looking, but that only lead me to think about Zach. Tears welled up in my eyes for the millionth time today as i sat in a chair. "Shit!" Dylan panicked, "What's wrong?" He came over to squat in front of me, worry taking over his features. Unfortunately the kind gesture only made me cry harder. After a while I finally calmed down enough to stutter one sentence, "My mate. H-h-he re-rejected m-m-me." Dylan and the others looked at me sympathe

he drinks again. “Bro, you can always choose someone else, you can always love someone else” he laughs lightly. “Can you Jem?” this caught him off guard “can you love someone else when your mate is right in front of you?” he laugh lightly “no” Jem answers in a whisper. “It was my mistake to rejected her but I didn’t do it with my whole heart” Dante began to pour out his feelings to Jem. “Our pack lives were far more important that I couldn’t risk it, so I rejected her.”

Sometimes, I wondered how someone could love two people at once. My career had revolved around Clement for seven years. Now, I was determined to get back what I had put aside. I thought my education and experience would help me land a finance internship, but I was rejected repeatedly. "I'm sorry, Ms. Lundy. You're not the right fit for the position." After countless rejections, I finally realized something was off. "Clement, you think this is funny?" He stayed silent on the other end of the line, and my patience was running out. Finally, he said, "You've got stomach issues. People in finance drink too much, so I don't want you in that line of work."

Sutton finished for her. Stacey shrugged. “You know how it is here. The boys’ club doesn’t exactly welcome estrogen into their little playground. Plus, Nicole’s been on your case for weeks.” Sutton nodded, thinking of the three rejections she’d received. Each one was more dismissive than the last. The first had read… We regret to inform you that your qualifications do not align with our current needs... The second… While we appreciate your interest, we are seeking candidates with more specialized experience...

But why do I feel like this one chance will not last long? *** I threw my exhausted body on the couch as my feet were badly hurt from walking around. I've been visiting companies on my list and handing in my resume with my internship request letter. At this age, I should have my own car, but I don't have a license. Dad won't let me drive, but he let my brother. This is so sad on my part. Also, the other sad part of my day was that every time I handed my papers to the receptionist, they suddenly acted uncomfortable with me and said that they would call me regarding my request for an internship.

My heart pubmed against my chest as I remembered the disgusting look he had on his face when he realized we were mated together and right there he had rejected me without thinking. He was saying something but I couldn't understand what he was saying because of the spinning going round in my head. I watched him move close with a scowl on his face and before I could realize it, he was gripping my throat so hard that I found it hard to breathe. That was the second time he was gripping my throat in a few minutes. Did he want to end me now that he had rejected me?

Thinking of this, I remembered I also passed an application for my internship next semester, did I get accepted? With this I checked my email, however it’s only spam notifications of my social media accounts and even promotions. The company will only accept 100 applicants and knowing that the submitted will be amounting to thousands for sure. It’s a slim chance, however it’s fine. Even if I don’t get into IIC, I still have plenty of other companies that I can apply with. There’s no use of feeling dejected over a single application. Still, for now let’s pray to get into the IIC Internship!

The school board members had all been strict-looking. Finally one of them had broken the silence. 'Andrew Frankstin. We regret to inform you that the hero league has rejected your application and also we've decided to turn down your request to skip to the next two forms because as bright as you are, you lack the necessary experience.' Andrew had looked down dejectedly at the rejection letter in his hand. He had ooked at them and had nodded curtly. 'I understand.' He had then exited the room. 'How was the interview Andrew?' one of their classmates had asked him.