Chapter 8: Worries
Nessie's POV
Without much further thought I put my Harvard acceptance letter in my bag. Moving my arm around was hard thanks to having been shot in the arm. My brother was having an even more difficult time considering that he got shot in the shoulder.
The sad part is that this isn't the first time that there has been crime in our neighborhood. We may not live in the worst part of the Bronx, but we still have our fair share of crime here, but this is the first time that anyone has ever broken into our apartment.
This is the reason our mother pushes us so hard to do well in school. She works so much just to be able to put my brother and I into a good private school so that we could have a better future. I see all of my mom's hard work and effort which is why I mostly get As in school, and all of my classes are advanced. My brother works just as hard at school as I do but he mostly gets Bs and some Cs. I know he gets jealous sometimes. I think that it has something to do with the fact that I have excellent memory and comprehension skills.
For some reason Math has always come so easily to me and is one of my best subjects. I can look at the most complicated math problem in physics, geometry, calculus, and algebra and literally know the answer in two seconds without even having to write down a single thing to solve the problem. Some people swear that I'm like Einstein's great great granddaughter or something and the genius genetics just skipped several generations. Several times my teachers have wanted to skip me several grades, but I didn't want that. I wanted to just be as normal of a kid as possible.
I'm the same way with languages as well. Once I start studying languages it takes me almost know time at all to become proficient in it. I currently speak English, Spanish, French, Japanese, Chinese, Portuguese, German, and sign language.
I used to get teased all the time when I was younger. I got bullied and made fun of for being a straight A student. Still thinking of those times was a bit painful for me.
It was several months ago, when I started to consider what colleges to go to that I spoke to my guidance counselor. She is the one who gave me the idea of applying to an Ivy League school. I didn't think that I would have a chance, but she encouraged me to apply. So I decided to apply to Harvard. But now that I got accepted I didn't think that I would be able to afford it anyway. Even with scholarships and/or financial aid it would be extremely expensive. Now that my arm is injured I can't play Baseball for the next two or three months, and I think that will basically ruin my chances of a Baseball scholarship.
My mother seemed to have completely forgotten about my letter as she followed Carlisle and his family to their house. Jason did not even seem to notice that I had gotten my letter.
Soon this mansion-like house appeared. I was genuinely surprised by how big the house was. It was like a mansion! Seriously, how much money did these people make to be able to afford a house like this one?!
"Wow. It's so big" Jason was the first one to say.
"Yeah, I was just thinking the very same thing" I told him. I was willing to bet that the size of my apart could fit in here a couple of times over. It was just so, so gigantic.
We got out of the car and started walking toward the building. The whole time I was marveling over just how big this house was.
"Welcome to our humble home" Carlisle said as he let us in. Humble? Seriously? There was nothing even remotely humble about this home. Everything was beautiful, and while I'm no expert on the subject, I was sure that everything in here had to cost a miniature fortune.
"It's beautiful" I commented.
"Well thank you dear" Esme said. "I designed it" she told me.
The Cullens helped us get settled in right away. The room they gave me had to be at least ten times bigger then the one that I had at home. It was weird and I felt a little out of place in being in such a big place, when I'm used to something that is so much smaller. I've always fantasied about what it must be like to live in a place like the Hamptons. I've imagined what all the houses and the neighborhoods out there must be like, and this is how I imagined it. But I could be wrong. I mean, I lived in the Bronx my whole life but I have never taken a trip to the Hamptons. Usually reality is different from fantasy.
Once I put on the pajamas that the Cullens had given me, I laid down on the gigantic bed and pulled my Harvard acceptance letter out of my bag and read the whole thing in full detail. I was so happy that I had been accepted, but also saddened at the thought of not being able to afford it.
I got up and walked out into the hallway just to have another good look at this house. As I was walking I happened to look into one of their rooms and saw a beautiful piano. I could not resist. For as long as I could remember I loved playing the piano. And this piano was magnificent. It was beautiful. I had always wanted a piano of my very own, but sadly we could never afford one, and even if we could afford one, we did not have much room for one. So I usually stuck to playing the pianos they had at my school. I have been taking music classes since I was little, and for as long as I could remember my teachers would always say that I was gifted.
I sat down at the piano and just stared at it. I let my fingers run over the keys. Without even thinking about it I had started to play a musical piece that I had composed myself.
"Nessie" I heard someone, that I recognized as Edward, say.
"Nnotthingg" I stuttered in nervousness. "I'm sorry. Is this yours? I didn't mean to-"
"No no. It's okay Nessie. Yes it is mine, but I don't mind you playing it" he said. "You are really good. I didn't know that you liked piano"
"Actually I love playing the piano. It's my favorite instrument. Ever since I was little I have been inspired by people like Beethoven and Mozart. Playing the piano has always been a passion of mine, I even love to compose my own pieces"
"Well Nessie, I have to say, I think you have a gift. I was listening to you for a while and I would like to hear you play more. Please, don't ever give up" he told me seriously.
"Thank you" I smiled at him.
"What is that?" he asked me.
"It's nothing" I said.
"Then why does it have the Harvard logo on it? I don't think 'it's nothing'" He got the letter before I could.
"You got accepted into Harvard. Congratulations! That's great n-"
"It doesn't matter. I can't afford it anyway" I said before I got up and left
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