Chapters (56)
- Cover
- Also by Julie Buxbaum
- Dedication
- Epigraph
- CHAPTER ONE
- CHAPTER TWO
- CHAPTER THREE
- CHAPTER FOUR
- CHAPTER FIVE
- CHAPTER SIX
- CHAPTER SEVEN
- CHAPTER EIGHT
- CHAPTER NINE
- CHAPTER TEN
- CHAPTER ELEVEN
- CHAPTER TWELVE
- CHAPTER THIRTEEN
- CHAPTER FOURTEEN
- CHAPTER FIFTEEN
- CHAPTER SIXTEEN
- CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
- CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
- CHAPTER NINETEEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY
- CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
- CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
- CHAPTER THIRTY
- CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
- CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
- CHAPTER FORTY
- CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
- CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
- CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
- CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
- CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
- EPILOGUE
- AUTHOR’S NOTE
- ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
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“You sure you want to do this?” Shola asks after I tell her my new plan, which I devised during English 4 while Mrs. Pollack droned on about The Picture of Dorian Gray—another book I haven’t read, this time because I have no interest in spending 320 pages with a spoiled narcissist. I want to spare myself the drama of having to watch my parents feel the sucker punch of my last rejection. I want to check my SCC application online with Shola during free period instead of waiting till later. “Your mom’s going to be mad. She’s told me you’re going to SCC, like, no less than five times.”
We’re in the far corner of the library, away from prying eyes, at the computer station. Because of the giant screens, if I cry, the only person who will witness it is my best friend. Later, I’ll seek out Cesar, take him for ice cream to celebrate that I’m officially going to AIU, which, according to US News & World Report, ranks 115th in the nation. That’s pretty good.
“Exactly. She’s going to be devastated. This way I don’t have to see her disappointment in real time.” After my rejection is confirmed, I’ll send my parents a text that says SCC a no. I’m really sorry but go AIU! Maybe I’ll throw in a sunglass-face emoji.
So far, Shola’s been accepted to six schools—three UCs, Columbia, Stanford, and UPenn—and rejected by only one: Princeton. She has not yet heard from Harvard or Yale. She’ll be checking SCC at the same time I am, though of course she’s not nervous. For her, the only question is whether they’ll give her enough scholarship money.
“On the count of three?” Shola asks.
“Okay.” We navigate to the landing page, and I stumble a minute, trying to remember my password.
“One, two, three,” I say, and we click. At first, when the page loads, I keep my eyes closed. I’m not ready, I decide. I can’t handle another We regret to inform you…I don’t want to let my parents down, by text or otherwise.
“Seriously?” Shola says, disappointment in her voice. “I got wait-listed. I thought I might get a full ride and I got wait-listed? Well, that sucks.”