I called Ricky to come pick me up. I really need a car.
In about 15 minutes he was here. I got into his car and put on my seatbelt. He looked at me and waited for me to say something.
My blood was boiling but I knew the only way to feel better was to vent.
"She smokes weed Ricky."
He stared at me and laughed.
"Wow. That's not so bad dawg! Everybody doing that thing now. Hell, i've been trying to get some for about a minute now. It's so hyped but yet nobody have none. I should probably holla at her."
I just looked at him with a straight face. Is he really making a joke about this?
"It's not a big deal for me honestly but I dont know. She just changed completely and she kicked me out the car and left me here stranded. That's what the fuck im pissed about."
I looked out the car window while Ricky drove. It got awkwardly quiet so I turned on the radio.
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I got home and I went straight upstairs. I changed my clothes because I was starting to get a headache from the stench of weed.
After I was finished I went back downstairs to the kitchen. The house was quieter than normal. I took a cookie dough pop tart out of the box and removed the wrapper. I threw them into the toaster and went to the trash can to toss the paper out.
I saw a white paper torn in two on the floor. I went to pick it up and half a sheet was missing. I searched inside the trashcan and found the other piece. When I put them together, I saw that it was a college letter. It read:
Dear Ms. Anna Alvarez,
The University of Chicago Law Schools Admission Committee has reviewed your application for the class of 2016. Unfortunately, we are unable to offer you a place of the class.
Although there is no way for me to lessen the disappointment, I would like to point out that the Committee's decisions has been difficult. It is evident that many applications have distinguished themselves with fine academic records and achievements.
Thank you for your interest in Chicago, and I am sorry that the Comittee could not act favorably on your application.
I reread the rejection letter over and over. UCLA has been the only thing Anna was excited about. I can only imagine what she's going through.
I threw the papers back in the trash and ran up the stairs. I knocked repeatedly on her door.
"ANNA! ANNA! ANNA OPEN THE DOOR!"
There was no answer.
I tried the doorknob but unsurprisingly it was locked.
Shittttt what do I do? Think Kevin think. .
I began to walk backwards away from the door.
1...
I braced myself.
2...
I closed my eyes.
3...
I ran as fast as I could towards the door and as my shoulder came in impact with it, it bursted open.
