Chapter Forty-Seven: This Is Un-Forgivable

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We packed back up Wyatt's truck to head back home

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We packed back up Wyatt's truck to head back home. There were only four more days of summer left, it was scary that I was going back to school so quickly. Speaking of school I have no idea if I got into any of the collages I applied to.

For the end half of the ride home I ended up falling asleep on Grayson shoulder.

" Hey. "

" Em, were almost at your house. "

" Huh? " I sat up and rubbed my eyes, the sky was much darker than earlier, the sun was halfway set sending an array of golden yellow through out the sky.

" We're almost at your house. " Grayson smiled.

" Oh, did I fall asleep? " I asked as I rubbed my eyes.

" Yeah, you were actually snoring at one point. "

" I don't snore!? "

" Yes you did, I know because I heard it. " Grayson smiled.

" I don't snore. " I sighed as I looked over to the window.

We pulled into my drive way. Grayson helped me bring my stuff into my house.

" Is your brother or dad home? " he asked, I turned around in the front door once I placed donw the last bag.

" Yeah Dale is, but my dads car is out, but Dales probably somewhere in the house. "

" Okay well I'll text you later tonight. " Grayson smiled before kissing me.

" Okay. " I smiled as he pulled away and ran back to the car.

I turned back around and walked fully into my house closing the door behind me.

" Dale! I'm home! " I called, I walked into the kitchen. I looked down at the table to see a bunch to mail that was un needed.

I walked over to the drawer where we put a bunch of un-needed mail.

I opened the drawer, I was about to place the mail inside when I noticed my name on one of the envelops.

I placed down the other letters and picked that one up quickly opening it.

Congregations! You've been accepted! it said.

I got into collage.

I had no time to be happy because my mind immediately wondered why this letter would be in the un-needed mail drawer.

My mind was spinning miles a minuet, thousands of thoughts running though my head, but they all stopped.

" Hey. " I heard Dale say from behind me, " How was the trip? "

" Fine. " I said monotone, I didn't turn to face me.

" That doesn't sound fine. " Dale pointed out.

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