Me.
They chose, me.
Why?
I kept staring at the paper that declared that I had got into Harvard. My dad and his girlfriend had not yet gotten home from their offices, so I picked up our 100-year old phone that smelled like a bar of lavender soap, and dialed my dads number. The phone rang for a second, then finally he picked up.
"Hello? Ty, is that you?"
"Yeah. Hi dad. Um, I just got the mail."
"Okay, did a letter from your mother come?"
"No. Something better."
"...I'm stumped."
"I got in."
"..."
"To Harvard."
"OH MY GOSH! Okay I'm calling Renae. I'll be home as soon as I possibly can! Bye!"
"B-"
He hung up, and stared at the letter for a moment longer. I, Ty Remsen, have just gotten into Harvard. How?
