Emily brooks, a 19 year old girl, whom had just graduated from high school.
Everything was normal. I had plans to go to the best college and become the person my parents had always wanted me to become. All I needed was the acceptation letter. The letter that would tell me that I would become this person I spent my life studying to be.
Over the next three days I had waited by the mailbox for the mail. And every day it was the same shuffle of envelopes. But today was different. Water had been falling from the sky for hours, so I had to wait inside today. It was relatively dark due to the storm, which made the headlights of the mail truck visible to my eyes.
Not even bothering to get a coat or an umbrella, I raced to see if it had come. 'dad', 'mom', 'mom', 'Harvard'. The shuffling of mail stopped. It was finally here! Completely ignoring the fact that I was getting soaked, my finger tore open the manila envelope. The sound around me faded away as I started to read. The words started to blur. I couldn't believe it. I could taste the warm salt water in my mouth. Here before me was the words that changed my life. "I'm very sorry to inform you that you have been rejected entrance here with us at Harvard University." I read aloud to myself. The red words just kept replaying in my mind. My own voice taunting me.
The fear of what my parents would think of me. The feeling of being a disappointment was just overwhelming. The sounds around me started to come back but it was ten times as loud as before and the water just kept piercing my skin. It was all over. I had to leave.
The 'money'. "Yes that's what I'll do" I said to myself. "I'll just leave with my savings." What other choice did I really have? My feet moved on their own. It felt like I was no longer in control of my body. Like I was watching myself from the outside. The place I called my room felt so small. The box under my bed was so heavy. The suit case I had packed for our usual summer trip was just sitting there screaming at me to take it.
With shaking hands I shoved the keys into the ignition. The sound of the rumbling car soothed my nerves. The clock struck 12 and I knew that it was time. I just followed the road. It was taking me to my next destination. I really didn't know where I was going to.
After days of driving, something finally happened and I was no longer in the rainy town of Portville New York, but rather the town of Perry in Georgia...It was beautiful...the little shops and bakeries. The smell of the flowers just drew me in. maybe I thought, maybe this wouldn't be so bad. I could start over.
