My life is a lie.

It all starts here.

Yes. Yes. My life was going to be great. 1 am I sat in my room staring at a pale envelope vaguely lit by an almost burnt out candle, Nirvana loudly jammed into my small ears. This decides my future. University of Virginia or a life time supply of staying with my jackass father. I won't be like him. Doesn't matter if I get in or not.... I repetitively try to convince myself that getting in doesn't decide my future, but it does.

A new song comes over my Pandora station something I normally don't listen to. It's soft and sweet. A woman's voice signs the lyrics, in the morning when you wake up I like to believe you are thinking of me. I'm hooked already. As the song progresses she talks about sleeping in a guys tee shirt. It's weird but it's cool, definitely my type. This is my good luck song I decide.

I slip open the envelope with my thumb. Fuck. A paper cut. Wow luck is already on my side.

Dear Charlie Davies,
It is with great pleasure that I write to offer you admission to the University of Virginia and to invite you to join the first-year class in the College of Arts and Sciences. You should take great pride in receiving this invitation; more than 28,980 students applied for the 3,485 places in this fall's entering undergraduate class. Your inclusion in this group is a testament to your hard work and superior academic performance as well as the personal qualities that distinguish you from your peers.

A loud gasp fades into several heavy tear drops rolling down my cheek. I did it.