Alice’s POV:
I patted my blue jeans and fixed my knitted tan sweater. Running my fingers through my short hair, I wondered if I should grow it out again. Neilson had always said he liked my hair, even though it’s not as soft as his. Darn him and his super silky hair.
My phone rang, and I skipped towards it but pouted when I saw who was on the phone. “Alice speaking.”
“Hello Alice, this is Lizzie from Princeton. We are calling you regarding the email you sent last night. Rejection of early admission, are you certain?”
I cleared my throat, taking a seat on the bed. “Yes.”
“May I ask why?”
I glanced at myself in the mirror. “I want to live my youth a bit longer rather than trapping myself in a laboratory all day.”
She chuckled, “I completely understand, but we wanted to know abo
