What if the person you loved was only a delusion?
Seventeen-year-old Charlotte Bennett had an attractive boyfriend, school infamy, and a supportive family until she was ostracized for claiming to see a boy she described as being called "The Wasp Ki...
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I, Charlotte Elizabeth Bennett had everything.
No, seriously, I really had it all: the perfect parents, money, commercial beauty, popularity, a gorgeous boyfriend, and loyal friends. My grades were excellent and I'd been accepted into Brown University, the exact university I wanted to get into.
During my senior year of high school, all I had to focus on was graduating and starting the rest of my amazinglife.
Or at least that was the plan, until the day I saw him . . .
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Three months earlier . . .
"Open it already!"
My parents and I were crowded around the mailbox with my two younger sisters, Isabelle and Justine. Inside the metal box was the envelope that would determine my fate. I'd already been accepted to Connecticut State University, so it wasn't like I didn't have options, but this letter was either a dream come true or my worst nightmare.
I quickly opened the mailbox in one go like I was ripping off a band-aid.
There it was; the big envelope.
My mother gasped with delight and squeezed onto my father, he couldn't have looked more proud of me than he did at that moment.
Isabelle was seven, too young to understand why my parents were so excited over what she perceived to be a big piece of coloring paper. Thirteen-year-old Justine understood, but since she was going through the whole "angsty-teen-phase" she just didn't care.
I held up the envelope and it felt heavier somehow, like the importance of it just made it feel like it had more weight. "This is it, what I've been waiting for the last three years of my life—Brown University," I said reverently.
"Can we go inside now, it's cold?" Justine grumbled through her black-painted lips.
"Mommy, I want ice cream," Isabelle whined and reached for my mother's shirt to tug on it.
