TWENTY-SEVEN 

 

After I sent in the application, I didn’t have the energy to do any other ones until I knew about Grandin. Ms. Williams warned me that I would need to be fast at sending out more applications if Grandin turned me down because some of the regular deadlines were right after Christmas.

Whatever.

“Ms. Davis, it’s too early in the year for senior slide,” one of my teachers said.

“You going to stop acting like you’re on the rag all the time once you get into your fancy school?” said Kendra.

“Baby, I can take your mind off things,” said Aviante, who was always hanging around me this year. But that just reminded me of Chaz and Kim. I rolled my eyes at him.

Then I got the letter right before winter break. I ripped it open fast to get it over with, but part of me already knew because it was a fat envelope.

I must not have been expecting to get in because I just stared at the letter.

Congratulations! We are pleased to welcome you and offer you a Harmon Holt scholarship, which covers full tuition and living expenses …

At the bottom of the letter was a handwritten note.

Thanks again for your help, Destiny. I hope you enjoy your time at Grandin as much as I did. You’ll be a fine representative of the Holt legacy at my old school.

No signature.