Ivy's League

Chapter One: The Letter

Chapter One:  The Letter

 "Ivy!"

Ten more minutes, please!

"Ivy, come on! Wake up!"

Fuck you.

"Fine, I guess you'll never know if you got into that amazing school that you applied for."

That woke me up.

"What! You got the letter!"

"Yup, it came in the mail this morning"

"No way, give it!" I shot out of bed and jumped for the letter in my brother's hand as he stood smugly at the foot of my bed. I yelped in a panic as my legs were tangled in the sheets and I fell to the floor with a thump.

"Jesus Ivy, calm down." My brother Marc chuckled as he helped me disentangle myself from the sheets and the floor.

"Thanks," I dusted myself off "Now, can I please have that letter?" I asked, reaching for the cream coloured envelope resting in the palm of my brother's hand.

He immediately raised it above his head. "Not yet, Ives." he told me, making me pout. "First, get changed. Then come downstairs and eat breakfast. After that, I will hand to you the envelope in which your future as a student is held in." he smirked at the last part, knowing it'll get me frustrated.

I groaned, "I hate you!"

He laughed and walked out of my room, "Love you too, Ives!"

After I heard the door shut, I rushed to the bathroom to take a shower and brush my teeth.

I peeled my clothes off and threw them into the hamper. I then turned on the faucet and made sure the water was hot. I stepped into the stall and stood the furthest away from the shower head before turning it on, just so I wouldn't get hit with the start of cold water.

I grabbed my coconut scented shampoo and body wash and immediately began lathering my dark brown, wavy hair. I couldn't think straight. It felt like my head was in a daze, all because of that stupid letter.

I applied to a very prestigious school in hopes of a scholarship. My grades are top notch, and my current high school is filled with wannabe's and kid's who couldn't give two shit's about their future. My brother told me about Brentwood Academy and recommended I give it a shot. It's one of the most prestigious post- secondary schools in the country, it took me a month just to fill out the application because I wanted to perfect it. Two months later, and it's almost the start of the school year and i'm finally getting the letter to tell me if i've made it, or i'm just another kid with wide eyes wanting something they may never get.

I rinse off my body and hair, and turn the faucet off. I open the shower stall and turn on the fan, watching the fogged up mirror slowly dissipate. I wrap myself in a fluffy blue towel and wrap a separate white one around my hair. I step out of the shower stall and head towards the counter.

I grab my toothbrush and toothpaste and start to scrub my teeth clean while looking into the mirror..

In middle school, I had huge self- esteem issues which caused me to shy away from the spotlight quite a bit. The girls in my school were all super athletic and skinny, with long hair and fair skin. Growing up with girls who constantly look like they should be on the cover of vogue magazine can really bring down your ideas of self- worth. Marc was always there for me, telling me I was perfect just the way I was, but sometimes you just want someone else to say that, you know?