"CATRA!" I yelled as I slammed her bedroom door open.
"What did I say about coming to my house unannounced?" Catra said across the room. She was sitting on her bed, phone in one hand as she looked up from it to see what the commotion I was freaking out about.
"I GOT THE LETTER!"
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"So what are you waiting for? Open it." Catra said as she looked at me. I was laying on her bed as I lifted the letter above my face.
"It's just... What if I'm not accepted.."
Catra thought for a while. "Well then you'll be stuck with me for 4 more years, that isn't the worst punishment." she said with a smug smile
"Isn't a punishment." I said under my breath. I paused, "I can't, you read it." I sat up and shoved the letter into her hands, looking at her and waiting for her to read it aloud.
She opened the envelope and unfolded the letter.
Catra's facial expression softened while looking at the letter. "I'm sorry to tell you Adora but..."
My face filled with panic.
"You got accepted! Congrats!" She said with a cheeky smile.
"WHAT!" I immediately sat right next to her.
She read aloud; "We are pleased to tell you that you have been accepted into Brightmoon High's magnet program!"
"Catra you nearly scared me to death."
"Geez stop whining, but are you sure you're ready for this?"
"Yes, and if not, you're just a house away." I reasoned.
"Okay," she said as she rolled her eyes and nudged my shoulder. "I swear it's almost like you live here."
We laugh as we stand up and leave the room.
Authors note:
Hey I might not upload as much since school for me is starting tomorrow but I want to get the beginning out of the way so people aren't confused. My keyboard is wack so my friend is my editor, (Hi :D!) and sometimes she just might be busy, anyways I hope you enjoyed
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