When I woke up this morning something felt wrong. Something must have happened because everything feels tense. I walk downstairs and see my mother staring at a letter on the counter. I thought it was my acceptance letter but she didn't look happy. I slowly approach her, nervous to find out what could have been wrong. I peer over her shoulder at the letter.
" What's this" I ask nervously.
" It's another letter from LAAD" She says. I grab the letter out of her hands. I re-open it and start reading it.
Dear Brooklyn,
We seem to have a glitch in our system. We have decided not accepted you into our summer program, you just aren't the right fit. We are so sorry for the inconvenience. We wish you the best of luck in your future, even though you won't be taking classes with us. You will succeed with your talents.
Sincerely,
LAAD
My heart sank to my stomach and then shattered. I ran upstairs, crying harder than I ever have before. My mother was calling my name as I ran away but I didn't listen. I slammed the door shut and just cried. I sank down against the door and cried. I noticed Alex peering through my window. I slammed the curtains shut so that he couldn't really see me. I lie on my bed and just cry. There is nothing else I want to do. I hear something hit the window. I slowly open it and lie back down.
" You okay" He asks.
" No" I sob.
" What's wrong" He asks. He sounds genuinely interested in my feelings but I know that this is how he does things.
" Nothing" I lie.
" You are a horrible liar" He says.
" No, I'm not lying. Nothing is wrong" I defend.
" Yeah okay" He says as he enters my room. He lies down next to me and pulls me in by the waist. I feel his chest rising and lowering against my back. Suddenly, everything bad thing that had happened slipped from my memory and I was happy... No, Brooklyn... No falling for him.
" Alex, really I'm fine" I say, prying myself away from him.
" Your obviously not fine, what happened" He asks again.
" I told you it's nothing, just let it go" I say.
" What's this" He says picking up the crumpled piece of paper on the floor.
" Alex, give me that" I snap. I reach over him, attempting to grab it.
" What does this say" He taunts.
" It says nothing, give it back" I yell.
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The Neighbor
Teen FictionMy name is Brooklyn May. I'm 17, graduating high school. People can call me talented. People can call me beautiful. People can even say that I have the perfect life. None of that is true, at least in my eyes. I see myself as another person trying to...
