A stack of opened letters sat in front of me. I glowered at them. It seemed that they were sending out vibes. With a groan, I put my head in my hands. I was loosing my mind.
I had sent out about ten applications to private schools and had gotten back at least eight, all of them declining me. It was frustrating. Why didn’t anybody want me? Wasn’t I good enough? The other two schools I applied for (that I hadn’t gotten a reply from) were Pearmy High, which I knew I wouldn’t get into and Himey Hears High, which I had more luck with, because that school is the worst school ever.
Suddenly I heard a dog bark furiously from the other room. I pulled my hand away from my head like it was suddenly hot. The doorbell rang. Who would come at ten at night? “Bo, shut up!” I yelled at the dog as I got up to get the door.
The black lab met me at the door. He looked at me as if he was smiling, his tail wagging and his tongue hanging all the way out. His tongue was long. I wondered if it could go any longer as I opened the door.
I was surprised to see that it was my Mother at the door. I stared at her like she had four eyes before saying, “Why didn’t you unlock the door and come in with your key? You know, they key that opens the door to the house that you just had to have.”
She rolled her eyes. “Hey, I left my house key on the table.” I didn’t know why she always did that to herself. Be so unorganized, I mean. All of her keys aren’t on one key ring; she has more like twenty of them, each of them containing only one or two keys. So then she has to carry twenty key rings and then when she’s trying to find the key for the house or the car and we have to wait a half an hour. That’s why I have my own set of keys to everything. Including the car. “Anyways,” she continued, “I guess I won’t deliver the news to you since you are being so snotty.”
I knew she was joking. You could tell when she was happy and when she wasn’t, clearly by her actions and the tone of her voice. “Me snotty? Never!” I pretended to be horrified. “What news? Good or bad?”
“Oh, good, of course, silly! Why else would I be happy?” She produced a big white envelope from her bag (she carries this huge bag, considering she has all of those key rings to carry and other various items) and handed it to me. I slowly opened. I read it once. Twice. Three times. I was that shocked, I had to make sure that it said the right thing. Could I have read wrong? No, I couldn’t have because why else would Mom be so happy?
“Ohmygosh!” I said and started jumping up and down.
“I know! Congratulations on getting accepted into the best school ever, Pearmy High!” She gave me a huge hug and then we went inside, because it was getting chilly outside.
Once we were in, Mom was on the phone, making calls to everyone she knew, whether she liked them or not. She put it on speaker so I could hear. We were giggling so much the whole time, they people on the other line couldn’t understand us, so either they hung up on us, disgusted, or we would hang up on them and roll on the floor, laughing at nothing in particular.
The whole time, I was thinking, how could this happen to me? Is this a joke? I must be the luckiest girl alive. Me, Rylee Ronize, got accepted to Pearmy High, the best private school around!
Time passed by quickly and soon, we were exhausted by the good news and our great time. It didn’t take long before I was dead asleep.
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It seemed that news passed by quickly that I got accepted to Pearmy High, which was very rare. I couldn’t remember the last time I heard the news that somebody around here got accepted into that school.
There were definitely a lot of parties. And getting drunk. Not that I drank, I mean it’s illegal for a minor to drink alcohol. I’m only fourteen. Okay, I admit I only took a few drinks of wine but it was mostly disgusting. How can people say that it tastes good?
Accompanying the flying news, the time seemed to fly by much more quickly. Three months were gone, feeling only like one month, and soon it was the beginning of the school year. My first day at Pearmy High.
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