Chapter Eight

Grace

"Sam it's in" I yelled as I ran through the halls. Paul grabbed my arm and said,

"What's your problem?"

Huffing and puffing I said, "The mail-from the college-acceptance letters." I finally was able to spit out. Sam came out into the living room and asked,

"What's the problem here?"

"Like I said before the college sent the acceptance letters there here!" I shouted. He snatched his letter out of his hand and looked at it. He read the envelope aloud,

"To Samuel Kerr Roth, Mercy Falls." He sounded so excited, "Grace, do you want to open it here?"

"Sure," I said nodding my head. We opened them together and read them to ourselves. I was so excited. "I got accepted!" I shouted.

Sam

I read my letter in silence; it was a non-reading-aloud kind of letter. I didn't get accepted. I've got many letters from many different people but this was way at the bottom of the list. It read,

Dear Mr. Roth,

We appreciate your letter, but we are letting you know that you did not get accepted into St. Andrew College. We hope that you will understand that we had over twenty one thousand applications and only eleven thousand could get accepted. We hope you will try next year.

Thank you,

St. Andrew College acceptance team

How will Grace feel when she finds out that I didn't make it in? She might not want to go, but I really want her to go so bad. I have to tell her but when?

That night Grace and I hopped into bed and she pushed her body into mine. I flipped the lamp on next to me and shifted my body so I was facing Grace.

"Grace,…um I have something to tell you."

"Oh I do too," she said excitedly, "I went online to see who else made it into college, but your name wasn't on there, I think they just forgot your name, having to write all those names so people can see them-"

"Grace, stop I, I didn't make it into the college." Grace started laughing which was very weird since she is a person who only laughs at funny things.

"Why aren't you laughing, aren't you joking?"

"Grace I'm, I'm really sorry I wanted to tell you before but I didn't want to ruin your day and how excited you were."

"Oh," there was a really long pause. "I just won't go then." She was very serious, but so was I.

"No, Grace you are going to that college and I don't care what it takes I'm going to make you go. There was a poem called The Walk and it goes like this,"

"My eyes already touch the sunny hill, going far head of the road I have begun. So we are grasped by what we cannot grasp; it has its inner light, even from a distance- and changes us, even if we do not reach it, into something else, which, hardly sensing it, we already are a gesture waves us on, answering our own wave… but what we feel is the wind in our faces."

"Sam, nothing can separate us even if it's college, so long story short, I'm not going to college without you."

"Grace, you don't understand I want you to go and now that's final," I slammed my fist against the nightstand, Grace did the same, she ran into the hall. I ran out after her, but she locked herself in the bathroom.

"Grace?"

"What?"

"I'm sorry, really I am. I just want the best for you."

"And I want the best for both of you but I don't wake up the whole house with a stupid fight." Cole yelled from his room.

"Sorry Cole, tell Sam that I will not be speaking to him until he realizes that all I want is him and school is nothing to me according to him." Yelled Grace from behind the door.

"Um Sam, Grace said-"

"I know what Grace said." I yelled at Cole.

"Night Grace," Cole yelled.

"Night," Grace yelled back.