Chapter 8: I’m so lucky I’m not a dude
Three can keep a secret if two are dead
-Benjamin Franklin
‘But I don't get it
Don't you think maybe we could put it on credit
Don't you think it can take control when I don't let it
I get stupified
But I don't get it
Don't you think maybe we could put it on credit
Don't you think it can take control when I don't let it
I get stupified’
Stupify by Disturbed is blaring from my cell on my night stand. Wonder who is calling at this inhumane hour.
I grab my phone and answer it “Hmm”
“Hello?” the other person speaks. I recognize it as a chica.
“I’m here” I tiredly say into the phone while setting up in bed and rubbing the sleep out of my eyes.
“Is this Sophia-Grace James?” the way to chipper voice says.
“Speaking”
“Ahh, good I got the right number. This is Annabelle Taylor, the dean at Cornell University. I am calling in regards to your submission letter for our summer program.”
That wakes me right up. “Yes”
“On behalf of Cornell University I would like to congratulate you. You have the most outstanding submission letter that I have seen in years. We would be honored to have you join our summer program. You should have an information packet arriving at your house in a few days. I look forward to seeing you soon.”
“Wait, what?” am I dreaming??
“Miss James, you have been accepted into our summer program.”
“Oh my, that is awesome. Thank you so much! I guess I will be seeing you soon.”
“Yes you will. Have a good day.”
“You too!” I hang up the phone and jump outta bed.
“HELL YEAH BABY‼” I yell doing my happy dance.
I applied back in February for Cornell’s summer program into the field of law. It is a summer program for soon to be seniors to help them get ready for their law program. It is going to help me become a lawyer just like my parents and Caydon’s parents.
“What’s wrong!” Caydon yells practically busting down my door. He is in his boxers with a 9mm pistol in his hands. He throws me behind him against the wall and scans the room with it pointed out in front of him.
“Dude, what’s with the gun?” I ask pointing to his hand. I didn’t know that he had a gun. I have nothing against them, I grew up around them. With my dad having a military background I found it normal. So really I doesn’t scare me one bit.
“Why on earth are you yelling? Did someone brake in?!” he says looking in my closet and bathroom. I just roll my eyes.
“No one broke in, take a seat and I will tell you why I was dancing like a spaz and yelling.”
“One sec.” he says walking out of my room. I quickly make my bed and put my phone onto its charger next to my ipad on my desk.
“Back, now what did you want to tell me?” Caydon says walking back into my room in a semi-decent manor. He’s still shirtless but has a grey pair of US Polo basketball shorts on over his boxers.
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My Dark Secret
Teen Fiction*NO sexual content* "Who else knows about this place?" Hazel asks looking over my gaming system while Abby looks adoringly at my books. She is a major reader just like me. "Caydon, Dad, You, Abby, and I." I absently say while going through my mail...
