college girlz

Letters

Hey people of Wattpad theres a pic on top of two main characters the others will be in the next chapter hope you like them, enjoy.
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Nana Mazer's P.O.V (picture on top)

The light shone on my face as I woke up and looked at my phone. It was 8 o'clock, It had just struck me, today is 19th January.....today was the day me and the girls would get our acceptance letter from the University Of Southern California.

The light shone on my face as I woke up and squinted at my phone. It was 8 o'clock. It had just struck me, today is 19th January.....today was the day me and the girls would get our acceptance letter from the University Of Southern California. It had been a horrifyingly long wait, but it was about to come to an end.

I brushed my teeth way too fast in anticipation, and when I gargled, I saw blood. I freaked for a while, but then I realized there was my acceptance letter waiting for me and this was, in comparison, slightly unimportant.

I scrambled down the stairs as I internally debated whether or not I should have breakfast first, but I decided that the letter was crucial to my future, and hence the entire day. So I go outside and cross the lawn to the mailbox, fumbling inside for the letter. I finally found it, the crisp off-white envelope addressed to the one and only, me.

Just then, the sprinklers come on, and I run inside, shielding the letter under my plaid shirt, guarding it with my life.

What luck.

At the breakfast table, I hurriedly open the letter, and skim its contents.

Wait. That can't be right. What did I just read?

I read it again, slower this time. And somewhere along the lines I saw the word 'rejected'.

I look up at my mom, and she looks at me, a concerned look on her features. Only then do I realize I was teary-eyed all this time.

I'll admit I genuinely thought I would get in with no problems. What a horrid day this was going to be.....

I wonder how the other girls are dealing with this.

Hajar Charrette's P.O.V (picture on top)

I opened my eyes to the bright morning light and thought to myself, "Oh boy, good luck to you, Hajar."

The possibility of my getting into a university as prestigious as The University of Southern California was nil. Or close to nil.

I go down and open my letter anyway, keeping my head low and my hopes lower. I read between the lines and OH MY GOD I GOT IN. WHAT IS THIS SORCERY? IS THIS BLACK MAGIC? BLUE MAGIC? OH MY GOD.