An R.J. Caswen story inspired by all the versions of A Cinderella Story movies that have ever existed and my story R.J forever?
-Contains mentions of SA, abuse, bullying, homophobia, drugs, and alcoholism.
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Song to listen to while reading: Mars by Love You Later
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It's my job to pick up the mail from the mailbox. Another reason I have to get out of bed on the weekend ugh. I slip on my shoes and drag my feet to the front door.
"It's not like I ever get anything..." I sigh while heading to the mailbox to pick up the mail before L screams at me for her breakfast order.
There's a bunch of subscription magazines, some fashion magazines for the girls, and pharmacy reminders, but there's something at the bottom of the stack with a fancy label. It's not a letter from my dad.
It's a letter from NYU, HOLY CRAP.
I auditioned via videotape because I can't exactly go to NYC and I hope the admissions board got it. I wasn't in the best place mentally but I sang my heart out for that audition.
I forgot that college admission letters come out in late March or April. I've been so busy trying not to get punched again.
I set all the mail back in the mailbox and quickly open the letter.
"Dear Ricky Bowen, the committee of admissions has completed regular decision meetings. I am very sorry but we cannot offer you admission to the class of 2028. I wish that a different decision was made possible but I hope that decision will help you decide on your future...." I feel my heart break into a million pieces and my hands start to shake.
It's a good thing that I'm helping Bowser and E.J with training today. I could really use a doggie cuddle.
THIS SUCKS. It's not even an April Fool's Day joke.
It's going to suck even more when my friends announce what college they're going to.
Of course, I applied to other music programs but I set my heart and soul on NYU Music Program. They have one of the best music and musical theatre programs on the East Coast. It's so diverse and they work with other schools in NY. I could still see Red at Pace or Nini at whatever school she chooses. But I didn't get in. I'm staying here in Utah next year. I'm still a minor too. Fucking 17 years old.
"Don't cry, Ricky." I whisper to myself while collecting the rest of the mail to bring in the house.
After I make L's salmon and bacon sandwich and a protein shake, I grab my skateboard, backpack, and phone, then head to the forest by my house where I am meeting E.J again.
I don't know anything about emotional support dog training.
I hope Bowser is okay with that.
15 minutes pass and there's no dog or quarterback in sight.
