Scooby Doo: Into the Mystery

ACCEPTED: Part One

[Velma's Pov.]

My life was always hectic. We moved around to almost every place in East Texas, leaving a trail of failed businesses behind us. I never got used to staying in one place, and most of my summers were spent in whatever shop Mom and Pop were convinced would make us millionaires. I didn't blame them; they were young when they had me and were just getting by most of their lives. Young immigrants, you know?

We never had much money growing up either. My parents were quick to get caught up in whatever pyramid scheme was most popular at that time. What little money we had was used up within a week, whether it be for my education, bills, or Pop's midnight boozing. 

The only title I've ever made was "the new girl." So, I accepted it, I hung low into the shadows, letting it swallow me whole, and it stayed that way for a while. I guess my parents caught on, by my 14th birthday, and on my 12th move, they had gotten me a book on computers and a cassette player with instructions on how to build all type of neat things. From then on, my collection grew and grew, I loved everything technology! Even got me a sparkly new title from it. "The Tech Queen," and I accepted it gracefully.

Even though my school life was constantly changing year to year, I always tried to keep my grades up, which was an easy feat at that, sometimes it felt like I was repeating the same knowledge over and over again. Guess we got what we paid for, Pop couldn't afford much, so I went to cheap schools, the type that had cracks in the walls and was perpetually infested with rats, mean ones too. They nipped at kids no matter what school I went to. One time, they had chewed through my backpack, eating whatever sweets my 8 year old self had stored up from Halloween.

We finally had settled down by the time I graduated high school, which was nice, I suppose, finally a place I could respect, it had a white picket fence and a beautiful garden full of Baby's breath and Calla lilies. We weren't there long before college offers started to pile up in our mailbox. I didn't care much, though. There was only one school I had my mind set on, Crystal Cove University. One of the most prestigious schools for investigative technology, problem is the only way I could get in was through a full scholarship even now that my parents have a better, more comfortable life it still would not be enough. The school isn't known to hand out scholarships, only two or three a year.

So, of course, I doubted I would ever get accepted. After all, this school is for the best of the best, and I'm just some poor merchant's daughter with a knack for technology and true crime podcasts.

But like always my sister, Madelyn, convinced me to still apply, she was always like that, optimistic and always looking for a way out of Texas, she says it's because she hates the heat, but I can it's something more than that. 

"Either way, I wasn't getting in, so what was the harm of being able to say I tried?" That was the one sentiment that kept me sane while waiting for my rejection letter...

But,

The letter that sat on my living room table was something of celebration; What a suprise, a girl from a million
horrendous towns, a family in the red, and a social life that even Charlie Grandy¹ could laugh at, got accepted into an Ivy League school, crazy to think, right?

There is so much to do. At least I've got practice packing.
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Charlie Grandy developed and created Velma on what was formally known as HBO MAX. Velma was an instant box office flop that outraged both extreme fans of the original characters and avid writers, seeing this show as a disgrace.
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