“I got in! I f*****g got in!” I squealed as my heart pounded so hard I could feel it in my throat. I picked up the bags, ran up the stairs, nearly colliding with Jeremy.
“Sorry,” I muttered, barely glancing at him as I brushed past him. As soon as I was in my room, I shut the door, threw the bags on the bed, and yanked my phone from my pocket, my thumb trembling as I opened the email again, just to be sure I hadn’t imagined it.
Stanford University
Office of Undergraduate Admission
Dear Isabella,
It is with great pleasure that we offer you admission…
The words blurred for a second, then sharpened. It was real. I screamed and immediately dialed Tania’s number: She picked up on the first ring. “Have you seen it yet?” she shrieked before I could even say hello.
“Hell yeah, Tania! I
