POV: Calla Harlow
After receiving an email from the University of Toronto, Canada this morning, I had not been myself. I felt like screaming out loud in a place where no one was, as my chest felt heavy and my heart seemed to be breaking without anything to even calm me down.
I just had a gloomy look and I couldn’t comprehend why my application had just been tossed out the window in less than two weeks. I hadn’t even gotten to the level of being shortlisted and asked to come for an oral interview in three months. That showed how much I wasn’t qualified to attend the school, since my results were not even enough to make me feel considered for nothing at all.
“Hey, cheer up, please,” Derek said.
“I can’t,” I said, heaving a deep sigh.
“Moping around isn’t going to solve anything and you
