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Over the past week and a half I've been over at Harry's almost everyday. My mom doesn't really like it but she doesn't say anything because she knows how close it is to my eighteenth birthday. She's usually not so irritable so I'm not really sure what's going on with her but from past experience, I've learned to just leave things alone.

I hung out with Lucas a few times and talked to Lauren a little. She didn't even bother to ask about what happened at her house which I'm thankful for but she's not as open around me as she usually is which is strange. I won't question it though, for all I know she could be pms-ing.

Lucas and I decided to hangout at my house after school on Thursday which happened to be the day before my birthday. My mom planned to take me out to eat tomorrow night but then on Saturday I'm supposed to be going to some club with Harry and Lucas.

We got to my house and I quickly grabbed the mail before entering. As usual, my mom wasn't home yet so we stayed in the living room. I looked to see if my progress report was in here because they were supposed to be sent out a couple days ago and I usually intercept them before my she can get her hands on it. It's not that my grades are bad, it's just I know she'll say stuff like, 'You can do better than this.' And give me a look of disappointment even though my average is mid eighties and I could be doing so much worse. See hasn't seen any of my progress reports or report cards since tenth grade and she hasn't even noticed.

I found my progress report but there was also I large envelope addressed to me from one of the colleges I applied to a while ago. I tossed the mail on the coffee table and plopped down on the couch next to Lucas who was lost in some tv show. I opened it up and pulled out the actual letter.

'Dear Aphrodite, on behalf of the Graduate Admissions Committee, I am pleased to inform you that you have been admitted to the Master of Fine Arts in Studio degree program through the Photography department in the fall of 2015...'

"Oh my god!" I shrieked making Lucas jump. "What!?" He sat up looking at me with wide eyes. "I got into SAIC!" I yelled. "Really?!" He looked shocked. "Yes!" I practically tackled him as I squealed in joy. "That has always been my dream school! I can't believe this!" I laid back and thought about my future there. Ever since I've discovered this college late in my sophomore year, I've been wanting to attend there and have always hoped of getting in.

"Where is SAIC?" He asked as he took the paper from me. "Chicago?" He said aloud before I got the chance. "Yeah." I say as I go through the rest of the envelope. It had information about applying for a dorm and pictures of the campus and all that stuff.

"That's actually so weird because I'm going to the University of Chicago." We looked at each other with mostly shock. "You're kidding right?" I asked. "No! Oh my god, we can still hangout all the time! No wait! We should just live together!" "Really? You want to!?" "Yeah that'd be so cool! Like, next break we could go down and and look around at some apartments. Oh my god this is going to be crazy! Are you in or what!?" I didn't even have to think about it to know that I was. "Of course."

And I didn't really think about it. All I thought about was how Lucas and I would share an apartment in Chicago. I didn't think about Harry and I or my mom being by herself.

...

My birthday passed and saturday came quickly. My birthday was good nothing really stood out, I got a twenty dollar bill from my mom that she put in a card and a cupcake from Lucas. Lauren texted me happy birthday but it wasn't as genuine as all the other times she's told me happy birthday which was slightly disappointing.

I spent most of the day with Harry but he dropped me back off at my house so I could get ready with Lucas. Right now it's only eight-thirty but we planned to leave around ten. Lucas and I already talked about the different clubs we wanted to go to, Harry said it didn't really matter where we went.

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