Here I am. It's 8am in the morning at Jo's house. Also know as my second home. 10 more hours before we put on our Caps and Gowns. I rest my butt on the couch as I sit and stare at 3 letters on the well polish wooden coffee table. But not any letters. Acceptance letters. My last chances of ever moving on with my life.
Jo plops onto the empty space on the couch next to me with one hand holding a bowl of lucky charms and the other with the remote flipping threw channels.
Jo is the person I trust most in my life. I've known her for practically my whole life. Although our school is small. All the guys follow at her footsteps. She is beautiful, don't get me wrong. She has the most beautiful color of blonde hair that has the length to the mid bottom of her back. To go with her blonde hair is her beautiful blue eyes. Reminds me of clear ocean water. I'm pretty sure she would be everyone's Definition of "perfect'.
I notice from the corner of my eye she glances down at me looking at these letters. She sighs and attempts to comfort me with her calming words of "Just pick a dam school already!" I glare at her from her smart speech.
Although some might find her attitude to be very bitchy, I admire that most about her. I appreciated her characteristic of always speaking her mind. If only she can find a trait of politeness to follow that characteristic.
She does have a warm caring side to her. It is just hidden and doesn't open until the right time.
I can't just pick a school Jo" I tell her not breaking eye contact with the paper. " Yes you can! Like this... I pick this one!" She says pointing to the one in the middle. She giggles at her own remark and example. I look over at her and some way possible she is able to make me break into a smile.
"Just because you have your college picked out doesn't mean you can pick mine." I say at her shaking my head. "You should have just applied for one like me. saves the trouble. But No. You want to be typical Val and be an over achiever and apply for 5!"
I look at Jo with an expression I can't even explain to myself. As if what she said had so much stupidity it was humor. "First off, I only applied for 3, obviously you can't see because there are 3 pieces of papers in front of me. Second, If i only applied for 1. and didn't get accepted to 1. What do you think I would do Jo? Third... Shut up and eat your cereal."
Jo is in hysterical humor of laughing and I feel as if she is going to laugh a lung out. I laugh a little myself finding out what I said had tons of sass. Jo is obviously rubbing off on me. As we dial down from laughing.
I look at Jo. But her mood changes oddly quick. One second we were just laughing and now I see pain in her eyes. Did she laugh so hard that she hurt something?
"Honey what's wrong? You laughed so hard you shitted yourself?" I ask falling into laughter. She takes her hand with remote in it and hits me once good in my shoulder. "No! I was just thinking, what would happen if..."
I furrow my eyebrows in confusion. "If what?" I say sounding a bit more serious. "Why don't you just go to Yale with me?" I leave my face expressionless. I look at the letters. I read off the schools, which i'm doing for the millionth time. Literally.
New York University... Yale University... and Oxford University.
You may be thinking while in living hell did I apply for a school out of my country. Hell, out of my continent. Well in my point of view. That is easy to answer. That is simply because I want to be a major in only 2 things.
Writing Major, which is well known in England and feels like the best opportunities for me to gain my knowledge of writing is to go where writing is one of the main priorities. My second majoring is in Math. Math is the same in every single place. Which gives me verities of choices.

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