The sun was shinning bright. It was a beautiful day. Liz Maguire pulled
up to the house in a little black car. Nothing fancy, but it suited her.
She stepped out of the car and ran to the mail box. . .beautiful, golden
blonde hair flowing behind her. As fast as she could, Liz opened the mail
box and grabbed all the letters. She dropped all the envelops without her
name on them on the table and ran up stairs with hers. Yale, Harvard,
University of Florida, Princeton, yup they were her. Her college
applications had been answered. She was just missing Brown and Dartmouth.
As she tore threw the paper of the Yale, a feeling of excitement came over her, but it quickly faded when she saw she had only made the waiting list. Shrugging it off, she grabbed Harvard. Waiting listed as well. Florida was a no go. Then Princeton. She opened it with little hope. The words WELCOME TO PRINCETON seemed to glow with gold. Slowly, it sunk in. Then, the rush came.
"AHHHH!"
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Matt said walking in. His hair was spiked, tips blonde. He was the hottest kid in school, basketball player and good with girls. Liz looked at him.
"I got into Princeton. Ha! I got into Princeton!" She said laughing at her self. Matt nodded and walked away.
"288-3894" Liz whispered to herself dialing up the familiar phone number of her best friend, Kate.
"Hello?"
"Kate, its Liz. I got in!" Liz said sitting on her bed.
"You're going to Harvard?" Kate asked.
"No."
"Dartmouth?"
"No."
"Florida?"
"No."
"Brown?"
"No."
"Yale?"
"No."
"Umm, Princeton?"
"YES!" Liz said happily. Kate made a noise.
"New Jersey? You want to go to New Jersey?" she asked.
"Why not? They have the infamous Jersey shore that everyone always talks about."
"Who talks about N.J.?" Liz and Kate talked for another half an hour then Liz insisted she had to call her boyfriend. Kate said whatever and hung up. Liz dialed the number of her boyfriend Kyle.
"Hey baby, I got into Princeton!" Liz said turning onto her stomach.
"Oh my god, you did?" he said. They talked about if for an hour before he wanted to meet up with her. He said he would be over in 10. She hung up and went through her closet. Kyle was coming over, her parents were out of town, and Matt had his girlfriend over. It was perfect! Plus she had just gotten into the college of her choice. Just as she finished her hair Matt knocked on her door, holding hands with his girlfriend Tina.
"What?" Liz said putting in her earrings.
"Tina and I are going down the street to get some food. Want to come with us?" he asked. She shook her head.
"Cant. Kyle is coming over for a little while." Matt nodded.
"We'll be back in an hour or so. We might go bowling or something. See ya later," he said walking away from the door, still holding Tina's hand. Liz smiled and put on her class ring. The prom was only two weeks away and Liz would have to start packing for Princeton soon. Unless, she got into Dartmouth, or the other college. She obviously didn't care about the others; she wanted to go to Princeton. The doorbell rung and Liz put on the new Skibitz CD. She ran downstairs and double checked everything was just right. She opened the door to find Kyle standing there with a yellow rose in his hand. Liz smiled, took the rose and let him in.
"Want to go upstairs?" she asked taking his hand.
"Ok!" he said, and they raced upstairs.
"The new Skibitz CD? That is my all time favorite band!" he said picking up the CD case. Liz nodded and sat on the bed.
"I know it is. That's why I bought a copy for me to listen to and a copy for you to listen to," she said handing him a small wrapped square. He opened it and jumped up.
"How did you get this? It's not even on the shelves yet!" he asked. Liz looked around, bored.
"You know, my step dad Jim. Well he got a new job working at a recording place or something, and he got me two copies. My mom mailed them to us last week." Kyle nodded and sat on Liz's bed and she sat next to him. Suddenly, the Skibitz love song came on. Liz looked Kyle in the eyes. He leaned in and kissed her. Slow at first, then fast. Just as Liz took off her shirt her dad popped his head in the door.
"What in the hell is going on?" he yelled. Liz looked up. Kyle jumped backwards off the bed. A tall, brown haired woman with a round belly popped out from behind her dad.
"Liz? What on earth is going on?" she asked. Liz calmly put her shirt back on.
"Well, me and Kyle were just hanging out. But you and the bitch from hell just interrupted it."
"Don't you dare call your step-mom a bitch from hell!" Sam screamed. Kyle picked up his CD and walked out of the room.
"I'll call you Liz! And don't forget to tell them you got into Princeton!" he said. Sam's face expression changed.
"You, got into Princeton?" he asked wide eyed. Liz nodded, looking away. Sam picked her up and twirled her around the room.
"You're going to Princeton!" he cried out. The women in the doorway rolled her eyes.
"Im going to bed Sam," she said.
"Alright Vanessa, I'll be there in a sec!" Sam held Liz's head in his hands.
"My baby is going to Princeton." Liz broke free from his hands.
"Goodnight dad." She said closing her door. Her night with Kyle lasted less then half an hour and her dad's vacation was over. That meant still nothing with Kyle. She changed into her PJ's and hopped into her bed. Well, she could try again at his house, she guessed. Then, she fell asleep.
As she tore threw the paper of the Yale, a feeling of excitement came over her, but it quickly faded when she saw she had only made the waiting list. Shrugging it off, she grabbed Harvard. Waiting listed as well. Florida was a no go. Then Princeton. She opened it with little hope. The words WELCOME TO PRINCETON seemed to glow with gold. Slowly, it sunk in. Then, the rush came.
"AHHHH!"
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Matt said walking in. His hair was spiked, tips blonde. He was the hottest kid in school, basketball player and good with girls. Liz looked at him.
"I got into Princeton. Ha! I got into Princeton!" She said laughing at her self. Matt nodded and walked away.
"288-3894" Liz whispered to herself dialing up the familiar phone number of her best friend, Kate.
"Hello?"
"Kate, its Liz. I got in!" Liz said sitting on her bed.
"You're going to Harvard?" Kate asked.
"No."
"Dartmouth?"
"No."
"Florida?"
"No."
"Brown?"
"No."
"Yale?"
"No."
"Umm, Princeton?"
"YES!" Liz said happily. Kate made a noise.
"New Jersey? You want to go to New Jersey?" she asked.
"Why not? They have the infamous Jersey shore that everyone always talks about."
"Who talks about N.J.?" Liz and Kate talked for another half an hour then Liz insisted she had to call her boyfriend. Kate said whatever and hung up. Liz dialed the number of her boyfriend Kyle.
"Hey baby, I got into Princeton!" Liz said turning onto her stomach.
"Oh my god, you did?" he said. They talked about if for an hour before he wanted to meet up with her. He said he would be over in 10. She hung up and went through her closet. Kyle was coming over, her parents were out of town, and Matt had his girlfriend over. It was perfect! Plus she had just gotten into the college of her choice. Just as she finished her hair Matt knocked on her door, holding hands with his girlfriend Tina.
"What?" Liz said putting in her earrings.
"Tina and I are going down the street to get some food. Want to come with us?" he asked. She shook her head.
"Cant. Kyle is coming over for a little while." Matt nodded.
"We'll be back in an hour or so. We might go bowling or something. See ya later," he said walking away from the door, still holding Tina's hand. Liz smiled and put on her class ring. The prom was only two weeks away and Liz would have to start packing for Princeton soon. Unless, she got into Dartmouth, or the other college. She obviously didn't care about the others; she wanted to go to Princeton. The doorbell rung and Liz put on the new Skibitz CD. She ran downstairs and double checked everything was just right. She opened the door to find Kyle standing there with a yellow rose in his hand. Liz smiled, took the rose and let him in.
"Want to go upstairs?" she asked taking his hand.
"Ok!" he said, and they raced upstairs.
"The new Skibitz CD? That is my all time favorite band!" he said picking up the CD case. Liz nodded and sat on the bed.
"I know it is. That's why I bought a copy for me to listen to and a copy for you to listen to," she said handing him a small wrapped square. He opened it and jumped up.
"How did you get this? It's not even on the shelves yet!" he asked. Liz looked around, bored.
"You know, my step dad Jim. Well he got a new job working at a recording place or something, and he got me two copies. My mom mailed them to us last week." Kyle nodded and sat on Liz's bed and she sat next to him. Suddenly, the Skibitz love song came on. Liz looked Kyle in the eyes. He leaned in and kissed her. Slow at first, then fast. Just as Liz took off her shirt her dad popped his head in the door.
"What in the hell is going on?" he yelled. Liz looked up. Kyle jumped backwards off the bed. A tall, brown haired woman with a round belly popped out from behind her dad.
"Liz? What on earth is going on?" she asked. Liz calmly put her shirt back on.
"Well, me and Kyle were just hanging out. But you and the bitch from hell just interrupted it."
"Don't you dare call your step-mom a bitch from hell!" Sam screamed. Kyle picked up his CD and walked out of the room.
"I'll call you Liz! And don't forget to tell them you got into Princeton!" he said. Sam's face expression changed.
"You, got into Princeton?" he asked wide eyed. Liz nodded, looking away. Sam picked her up and twirled her around the room.
"You're going to Princeton!" he cried out. The women in the doorway rolled her eyes.
"Im going to bed Sam," she said.
"Alright Vanessa, I'll be there in a sec!" Sam held Liz's head in his hands.
"My baby is going to Princeton." Liz broke free from his hands.
"Goodnight dad." She said closing her door. Her night with Kyle lasted less then half an hour and her dad's vacation was over. That meant still nothing with Kyle. She changed into her PJ's and hopped into her bed. Well, she could try again at his house, she guessed. Then, she fell asleep.