It was his senior year. It was almost over. FINALLY! Jeff had waited so long to get out of the placidity that was his hometown and get off to college. He had made sure that he could get as far away as possible by assuring his place as valedictorian, by trying for all the scholarships he could, and by applying to every major school in America. He had the all: Harvard, Penn State, Boston University, and Stanford. He had also applied to state as a safety school.
Weeks passed and graduation was over with and done. Jeff had delivered a wonderful speech which received a somewhat unusual standing ovation. Letters from most the different schools had come through his mail slot. All of them were unopened. Jeff decided that he wanted a sort of ceremony in which he would open all of them at once and celebrate. This way all of the joy would flood him at once. Then the day arrived. His letter from Penn State arrived. This completed his collection. He and his parents sat down in the living room. They were all quite unprepared for what was to come.
Denied. Rejected. Not what we are looking for. We regret to in form you…Accepted…to State. Jeff thought he was about to cry. His whole life had depended on what was in those letters. There must have been some sort of mistake. He bolted out of the house and toward his school. “The faculty was still on hand, right,” Jeff thought as he ran. He was so absorbed in his own thoughts that he didn’t hear the truck coming right at him as he crossed the road. By the time he looked up, it was too late and…
Jeff awoke in a cold sweat. Had it all been just a dream? The relief was like a hundred pound weight being pulled off his chest. He looked at the calendar. It was the last weekend before graduation. He got dressed and ran downstairs. A letter from Stanford had come for him. He opened it… … …
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Woah, I thought this was going to be one of those, "he died right before graduation" type of stories. So, you should continue writing fiction. I like reading made up stories over all of that nonfiction stuff. And, I'm curious to know if this Jeff guy got accepted into Stanford.
I liked this a lot. It kept me guessing the whole time. I was not expecting all of that to just be a dream. I also agree with Carlin. I just knew he was going to get killed by the truck and not get to say his speech. I am glad he didn't die though because that would have been way too sad.
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