Wednesday night I couldn't sleep at all. I turned to my right side, and looked up at my alarm clock. 2:03 A.M. I NEED SOME SLEEP. I closed my eyes as I turned to lie on left side, but then i heard a thump. I got out of bed, and the noise sounded like it came from the window. I opened a window, and a light breeze was felt on my skin, and it slung my hair a little backward. I looked down, and there was him. Zack. I had an expression of shock on my face, and I put on a sweatshirt over my spaghetti strap tank top, and slid on some flip flops, even though my flannel pajama pants covered my feet. I silently tiptoed out of the house, and slid into my backyard.
"Zack? What are you doing here at 2 in the morning?" I whisper yelled.
"It's finished." He smiled.
"What's finished?" I told him, confused out of my mind.
"That song I've been playing on my guitar. It's perfect."
"This isn't really a good time you know. I have finals in the morning." I scowled, even though I was just tired and didn't mean it.
"You do? Oh my God, I'm sorry. I just got caught up in my accomplishment."
"It's okay. Just play it for me later, like during the day and after my finals."
"Okay, it's a deal." He smiled. I smiled back, and my right foot pivoted.
"Can't wait to hear it. Goodnight Zack." I kindly told him, and went back into my house, and I made sure he left. I quietly walked upstairs again and lied on my bed, listening to my heart pound so intensely. Why did Zack come here at 2:00 A.M.? He could of just called me. I wonder what goes on in his mind. I know he used to have a crush on me, but that was 3 years ago. As I wondered about the boy that made my life complete, my head collapsed on my pillow, and I soundly went to sleep.
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Today was the dreaded day. Thursday. The day my finals start. I yawned as I hobbled onto my crutches as I got out of my car, and onto the steps of Cheevers High School. I was still really tired after last night, getting only 4 hours of sleep. I had tons of coffee this morning and some scrambled eggs, so that should make me feel a little better. Some guy opened the door for as I approached it, and I thanked him by smiling. Lots of people were helping me out with opening the door for me, helping me carry my binders, and making sure I was fine. Even yesterday, my first day back, London decorated my locker in pink fur. I went to my first class, African Studies. Since it was hard getting to my locker, I carried around my backpack, and I unzipped it and got out a pencil.
"I hope you all are ready for finals." My teacher, Mrs. Lopez announced. "Remember, there's blocked scheduling today, so you have 1,3,5, and 7 today. All classes are 90 minutes long." She continued as she passed out the exam to everyone."
"When can we start?" Jordan called out from the back row, and I rolled my eyes.
"Now." She simply responded. I wrote my name on the test, and I flipped open to the first question. For once, I actually had confidence in me. I had no idea what was motivatingme, but it was working. I bubbled in the first question on my Scantron worksheet, and smiled. Everything is going to be fine.
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I wobbled as fast as I could to get out of school. I had just taken 3 finals, and I was going take the other 2 tomorrow. I practically jumped into my car, and drove to see everyone at the Tipton. I wanted to see Zack now more than ever, because of my new found confidence. I felt like I could take on anything in the world. I drove fast, but carefully, and I parked in the Tipton employee parking lot in the front of the building. I moved my crippled body into the Tipton after school, and settled down behind the candy counter. Mr. Moesby looked at the candy counter, and did a double take.
"Maddie? You shouldn't be working in your condition!" He sincerely stated, but I shook my head.
"It's okay Mr. Moesby, I need the money. I won't kill me to work, I'm tough." I stated, still having that confidence for this morning.
"Very well then, and you have mail." He smiled at me, and slipped me an envelope. My eyes glossed over it, and I went into shock. It said it in plain red letters in the return address. Harvard University. Zack walked over to me and put his right elbow on the counter.
"Hey Maddie, how did your finals go?" He inquired, but I was still frozen.
"G-good, I h-had Af-African Studies, Physics a-and Fr-French." I stuttered, with the letter still in my hand.
"Uh, Maddie, are you okay?" He curiously queried. I didn't have enough nerve to say anything else, but I showed him the envelope. Once he realized where it was from, his jaw dropped.
"Oh my god, Maddie, this is what you've been waiting for. You have to open it." Zack advised me, but I still a tad numb. I wasn't sure if he was happy for me because it was the college of my dreams, or mad at me, because Harvard wasn't in Boston.
"Well, here it goes.' I murmured, and opened up the envelope. I closed my eyes, and gingerly opened it. I proceeded to opened the letter, but I lost it.
"I can't do this! I know I'm going to be rejected!" I started to cry.
"Yes you can Maddie. I believe in you." He told me, and I looked into his eyes. His light blue eyes were sparkling as beautifully as ever.
"Okay, thanks Zack." I sniffled, and regained my self control. I unfolded the letter know, and intently read every single world.
"Oh. My. Flipping. God." I said in awe.
"What? What did the letter say?" Zack asked like a maniac.
"I got in. I'm going to Harvard."
A/n: Whoa! There's some new drama for Zack and Maddie to worry about now! xP. This story is sadly coming to an end, and I'm not going to write a sequel unless the majority of the readers tell me to. Not just reviewers, ALL READERS. So expect 2 more chapters or so. I hope you enjoyed the chapter!
