Why do people have to 'fall' to find themselves in love?
Chapter 33
School had totally sucked today. I couldn't believe that I had been a victim of violence and I wasn't allowed to even defend myself now.
When I got to school, it was just like the campus police had been waiting for me.
I was thoroughly searched to the point that they would've probably found a single tictac on me if I'd tried to sneak it past them.
Once they were done, I was finally given the go ahead to enter the school hall.
There were several expressions to behold as people caught sight of my temporarily 'disfigured' face. There were people who stared at me in horror, shock, mockery, and even revolt.
During class, I still managed to have more eyes on me than the teacher's board.
I only managed to get a few minutes with Julie during lunch -but, hey, I wasn't complaining. All I got of Harp was a glimpse as we changed classes, and even though we were together in the Biology lab; we didn't say a single word to each other.
"Mom, have any letters come for me?" I asked as soon as she entered the house from work.
"Letters?" She asked taking off her scarf and hanging it behind the door. "I don't think so, but your father had some letters and he'd said they were mismailed."
Mismailed? My f*cking acceptance letters?!
"Did he throw them away?" I asked hoping against all odds.
"I'm sure they weren't your letters," she said walking into the sittingroom. "Did you write the address on your applications right?" She asked putting her bag and coat over the sofa.
"Mom, I know the damn address."
"That's strange; you should have received your letters by now. This is the time they send letters to the not so bright students," she said rubbing her chin. "I can call the unis for you tomorrow and see if they've accepted you."
"No thanks." I said giving up.
"You can check in your father's old study table if they were with the others that were wrongly delivered, and if not; I'll still make those calls for you. I bet even MIT would want you," she said kissing me on the forehead.
Faster than Bolt, I was at the study door flipping on the light switch. As I opened the door, I looked around for a place someone could easily hide a couple of envelopes.
At the top of the old mahogany desk were a few old newspapers, a pen holder, an old computer and a tray filled with documents (even the bookshelves didn't look suspicious!).
Slowly, I went through all the papers on the tray which ranged from complaints to the electricity bills, but found nothing.
Kneeling next to the desk, I pulled open the first drawer which contained a thick bound manual of some sort. I searched through the pages and came out empty handed once more.
The next drawer was empty, and the third one contained dusty connection cables.
Switching over to the other side of the desk, I pulled the first drawer open. It had only been used to store a rim of printing paper and printer inkjets.
The middle drawer had some strawberry flavoured condoms -shit- two old mobile phones, and a walkie-talkie.
Finally, the last drawer. My heart beat faster as I slowly pulled it out... but it was empty.
I felt completely deflated having been nearly certain that I'd find the missing letters in Frank's things.
I walked over to the bookshelves noting that all the books looked undisturbed, and that if I had to check them; I'd probably do that for days on end.
I simply sat down on the floor in the cold room mourning my stolen acceptance letters. I'd really wanted those damn things. I can't really explain it, but I just wanted to have them and keep them. Maybe it was for achievement's sake; I just didn't know.
It was then, while I was wallowing in something akin misery, that I noticed the unintruding plastic mesh rubbish bin.
Trying not to raise my hopes up only to have them crash back down to earth; I told myself that the bin was probably full of well... rubbish.
There was crumpled newspaper, a coffee paper cup, dust, a chewing gum wrapper, half an airmail letter, Sprite bottle -wait! Torn airmail?
I picked up the half mail again and read what was written on top 'LOGAN INTERNATIONAL INST' -Logan International Institute of Science and Technology- OMG! I'd been accepted! Above it it read my name: CHARLOTTE MADISON GOODSTART, and even my would-be admission number!
I searched through the trash for the other half but found another letter for Lafferty Business School, Lakewood, and finally Brosborough University.
I paired all the half pieces, and as I knew; they were all acceptance letters.
My acceptance letters...
