Olivia Thorne
I sat in my room the panic of getting everything done at school and final exams being completed laying heavy on both the students and staff of Williamsburg Preparatory.
In front of me was dozens of books and articles pulled up on my laptop screen with one of my calmers, yet more deep meaningful playlists playing from my speaker and filling the room. Outside the sun glowed down with not a cloud in sight and I'd be lying if I didn't love it.
Subconsciously I was tapping along as I bobbed my head side to side as I read through my class notes, and wondering what next year would cause, what would it bring?
I knew at some point over the summer I was going to break up with Demetri, and find some way to never have to see him again but until then I had to make it till the end of June.
Angela and Paris had also been around more often just to check up on my though I had also encouraged them to focus on their own studies so that they could pass like I would. The offer even came up from my mom to have them study with me, but all of us just exchanged a look and explained how that would result in none of us getting anything done.
Getting to the end of my Foundations of Pre-Calc I leaned back into my cushioned window sill looking out of the window at the children walking along the street and I wondered what it must be like being so naïve to the world. It wasn't that I felt like my childhood was lacking I just wish I could go back to when I looked at the world like the four-year-old running in front of her parents did.
Laughing softly with a smile on my face I turned back to my notes and that was when a knock resonated from my door and I turned to see it open revealing my mom holding something behind her back while a beaming smile covered her face.
"What are you smiling so gleefully about, you look like a kid on Christmas," I laugh as my mom almost never beamed.
She then took out a silver envelope with a black reflective ink stamp to hold it shut, a shield was embedded into the circle and upon taking the envelope along with casting my mom an inquisitive look I inspected the envelope. On one side was my name written in neat cursive with a mailing address written in the top left corner once again in a black rectangular box. On the other was the badged circle that when I looked at it what I saw made my eyes go wide. Thornbrook Academy Est. 1907.
Time felt frozen and a dozen questions ran through my mind the most prominent of all of them was wondering how I qualified and how my address was found.
Opening it which was easy because the stamp was designed to separate along the fold which allowed the envelope to not have to be torn. Inside was a piece of folded paper that I carefully undid and began reading.
To Olivia Thorne
Congratulations on getting accepted for the Scholarship student role, only one in two thousand applicants are accepted to Thornbrook Academy in Midtown Manhattan East. You have fitted into our scholarship requirements including the following:
3.7 GPA.
Extra Curriculars.
Academic Achievement.
Honours.
Excellent Work Habit.
All of this considered you will be filling the role of an Academic Scholarship; we have a variety but only accept one from each so you will be entering into a new school which can be stressful but your previous school Williamsburg Preparatory has already transferred the school information and will be accepting you next year after everything is sorted out on both our ends.
Warning: Some students that go through our scholarship join later because there is so much to go through.
Once again, we hope to make it easy and swift. Also, once a year the school board looks for those with a record of certain traits and seeks them out observing the selected students from dozens of students world-wide.
Our school also has certain rules and traditions of educating the best and future Ivy League attendees with a one-hundred percent acceptance rate, securing a future for our students. The reputation of Thornbrook is also of class and privilege and we expect you to maintain a perfect GPA through either academic work or through our clubs and organizations within the school. You will also be joining in with many of New York's most coveted families, and traditions.
Upon receiving this you are required to say so before August and from there we will give you a tour and schedule to start your journey at our school.
Principal W. Tollemer
To say I was mind blown would be an understatement I had been offered and fully approved for an Academic Scholarship at a secretive yet really exclusive school here in New York. Though the fact it was a worldwide search for students was what made me the most shocked, then it was that I would be seeing some of the most powerful people I'd ever meet, and then that there was next to no chance I'd fit in with all of the glitz and glamour of that school.
"So?" my mom presses.
"It's for an academic scholarship at Thornbrook Academy for the coming school year, and it's been fully approved. It also guarantees a spot at an Ivy League University," I explain and my mom looked ecstatic.
"That's amazing," she says wrapping me in a hug that startled me for a second before I returned it and felt comforted for a moment.
You could finally escape Demetri.
That thought also jars me and I run it over in my head, I would I'd be going to school at Thornbrook that didn't really let information out, and what little it did was super limited, I could be free from him after months of enduring.
"But I will not fit in," I say looking back up at my mom.
"You know what, when you get there, you will just have to get by, and you will be away from your abusive boyfriend."
"He's going to be my ex soon," I point out, "I wanted to break up with him at the beginning of summer and just go away from here while I find a way to report him," I add.
"Perfect, then you will get a shiny new start. And when you can drive, I'll see about getting you a shiny new car to park in that private school's parking lot."
I laughed lightly knowing that twenty-five grand would do me more then well enough for a car since my mom had said that would be the price range she'd look in when I went to get a car.
"I would just be happy with a plain car, it's just high school even if it sounds fancy," I say and my mom just shrugged.
"This calls for a celebration I am taking you out for dinner, that's enough studying for tonight," my mom says before walking out of the door of my room leaving me laughing, and I realized that it was one of the first times in a while that I felt genuinely happy, and was laughing.
Maybe things would change after all, and maybe that would be for the better.
I'm happy to say that things remain fucked for a couple more chapters and then things get better from there. Oh one final thing the picture is also how I imagine Olivia at this point in her life, comment, vote, and share. Anyways
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