Chapter 5: The Mysterious Letter

Author's Note: Holy crap I updated. This must be a sign of the apocalypse.




I am so bored. So bored am I because I am bored. I wish there was something to do. Doing nothing sucks, it really does. I suppose I could start on my homework, but everybody knows you don't do that until Sunday night. Maybe I'll call Gordo. Yeah, I'll call him. Talking to him always makes me feel better.

So I reached over to grab the phone on my nightstand. Picking it up, I dialed the numbers I knew by heart.

"Uh…hello?"

"Hi, Gordo."

"Miranda? Hey, what's up?"

"I'm insanely bored. Make me less bored, Gordo, please?"

"Well, I would, but I'm working on that History essay. Why don't you work on that?"

"Pfft, history. A bunch of dead guys in ugly clothes. Who's interested in that?"

"Well, Miranda, I am. This is fascinating stuff if you just take the time to learn about it."

"Okay, Gordo? I said make me less bored, not to bore me even more."

"Sorry."

"It's okay."

"Well then…how's that singing group thing coming along?"

"Oh, Gordo, I'm so nervous. They haven't called me yet, so I'm guessing I didn't get to callbacks, which would totally suck because I know I was a hell of a lot better than some of those girls, but maybe it's because I'm you know, ethnic, which is totally not fair, but sometimes things just happen that way in showbiz and…"

"Miranda!!"

"What?"

"Take a breath for God's sake!!!"

"I'm breathing."

"Good, I was worried there for a second."

All of a sudden I heard my mom's voice from downstairs.

"Miranda, honey, letter for you."

"Ooooh, gotta run, Gordo, I've got mail."

"Bye, Miranda, talk to you later."

I hung up the phone and raced downstairs, eagerly grabbing the letter from my mom.

"Where's the fire?" she asked as I skidded to a halt and began to slit the letter open with my thumbnail.

Ignoring her I pulled the letter out of the envelope and began to scan it.

"Holy crud, mom!!! Look at this!!!"

My mom took the letter from me and began to read it aloud.

"Dear Miss Sanchez, it is with great pleasure that we inform you that you have been selected as the recipient of the Young Choral Stars scholarship. This scholarship, in the amount of 1,000 dollars, will be given to you in bond form to assist with your college education."

I was in shock. I never win things. Oh sure, there was that bobbing for apples contest in the third grade, but that doesn't count. Everybody won a prize for that.

"Miranda, honey, when did this happen?"

"I dunno, mom, maybe the principal picked out choir students and entered them in a contest or something. Actually, mom, can I go call Lizzie? This is so exciting, I'm gonna pop!"

"Sure, sweetie."

Ooooh, this is so exciting!!