away. “We haven’t even gone through all the letters and I’m already an emotional wreck!”
Uncle Scott clapped him on the shoulder. “This is exactly what your aunt and I wanted.”
Breccan remained silent, sitting at the other end of the table with a stoic expression.
Calloway grabbed another letter and tore open the paper. Now that he had been accepted into an outstanding university his confidence had sky-rocketed. It was another acceptance letter from a local college, one that he didn’t have much interest in attending, but the notification and the scholarship money made his family ecstatic.
“This is just too good to be true!” Aunt Grace yelled.
There was one letter left, the one from Fresno University, and it weighed heavier than the other notices even though it was exactly the same size. Calloway stared at the envelope for a moment, wishing that it enclosed his acceptance, not his rejection. He ripped off the paper and pulled out the letter. The anxiety left his body when his eyes skimmed to the bottom— he had been accepted with a full ride.
“This is the best day!” Aunt Grace said. “Just the best!”
Calloway stared at the letter—it was a dream come true. It was the university that he wanted to attend the most and it had come to pass—he was attending in the fall. He could apply to join the White Wing and fight the Hara-Kirs; it was exactly what he wanted.
“This deserves ice cream and cake!” Aunt Grace said. She tossed every dessert they had in the house on the table and handed out plates. “Eat whatever you want!”
Calloway smiled at his aunt—she was happier than he was. Uncle Scott was smiling while he ate his food, genuinely elated that his nephew was accepted into college. Breccan was the only one that looked indifferent, like he was trying to choose between a red shirt and a blue shirt—it didn’t really matter. Calloway ate his dessert with his family and talked about which college he should attend.
“He has to go the Dartmouth,” Aunt Grace said. “It’s the best school on the East coast.”
“But he’ll be so far away from us,” Uncle Scott said. “What if he needs our assistance?”
“He’ll be fine,” she said. She turned to Calloway. “How did this happen, Calloway? Your grades are average.”
Calloway shrugged. “I did well on my exam.”
“How well?” Uncle Scott asked with a voice full of interest.
Calloway shrugged again. “I got nearly a perfect score.”
Aunt Grace clapped again. “You are just like your father—so gifted. He was always so humble about it.”
“That’s great, Calloway,” Uncle Scott said. “It really is.”
After they finished their dessert, Aunt Grace put everything away. There were cartons of melting ice cream that no one touched, and forgotten pies and cookies. They could only eat so much, leaving most of the items untouched. “I’m not going to be able to sleep tonight,” she shrieked.
“Nor am I,” Uncle Scott said. “That was too much excitement for one day.” He grabbed Calloway and hugged him tightly. “I’m very proud to have you as another son.” He clapped him on the shoulder then walked up the stairs to his bedroom.
Breccan disappeared from the room and ran up the flight of stairs, not saying a word to Calloway. He didn’t even congratulate him. Calloway grabbed his acceptance notes and took them to his bedroom, sitting on the bed as he stared at each one for a long moment. It was obvious which university he should choose—the one on the East coast—but Calloway knew he was destined for Fresno University. It was his greatest dream to go an Ivy League school but that wasn’t in his future. If only had had a normal life he could choose another path, but that would never happen—he was where he was meant to be.
The Vow
When Calloway walked into the library during lunch period, Beatrice was already sitting with his friends. He felt his heart palpitate at the sight, fearing that his
Uncle Scott clapped him on the shoulder. “This is exactly what your aunt and I wanted.”
Breccan remained silent, sitting at the other end of the table with a stoic expression.
Calloway grabbed another letter and tore open the paper. Now that he had been accepted into an outstanding university his confidence had sky-rocketed. It was another acceptance letter from a local college, one that he didn’t have much interest in attending, but the notification and the scholarship money made his family ecstatic.
“This is just too good to be true!” Aunt Grace yelled.
There was one letter left, the one from Fresno University, and it weighed heavier than the other notices even though it was exactly the same size. Calloway stared at the envelope for a moment, wishing that it enclosed his acceptance, not his rejection. He ripped off the paper and pulled out the letter. The anxiety left his body when his eyes skimmed to the bottom— he had been accepted with a full ride.
“This is the best day!” Aunt Grace said. “Just the best!”
Calloway stared at the letter—it was a dream come true. It was the university that he wanted to attend the most and it had come to pass—he was attending in the fall. He could apply to join the White Wing and fight the Hara-Kirs; it was exactly what he wanted.
“This deserves ice cream and cake!” Aunt Grace said. She tossed every dessert they had in the house on the table and handed out plates. “Eat whatever you want!”
Calloway smiled at his aunt—she was happier than he was. Uncle Scott was smiling while he ate his food, genuinely elated that his nephew was accepted into college. Breccan was the only one that looked indifferent, like he was trying to choose between a red shirt and a blue shirt—it didn’t really matter. Calloway ate his dessert with his family and talked about which college he should attend.
“He has to go the Dartmouth,” Aunt Grace said. “It’s the best school on the East coast.”
“But he’ll be so far away from us,” Uncle Scott said. “What if he needs our assistance?”
“He’ll be fine,” she said. She turned to Calloway. “How did this happen, Calloway? Your grades are average.”
Calloway shrugged. “I did well on my exam.”
“How well?” Uncle Scott asked with a voice full of interest.
Calloway shrugged again. “I got nearly a perfect score.”
Aunt Grace clapped again. “You are just like your father—so gifted. He was always so humble about it.”
“That’s great, Calloway,” Uncle Scott said. “It really is.”
After they finished their dessert, Aunt Grace put everything away. There were cartons of melting ice cream that no one touched, and forgotten pies and cookies. They could only eat so much, leaving most of the items untouched. “I’m not going to be able to sleep tonight,” she shrieked.
“Nor am I,” Uncle Scott said. “That was too much excitement for one day.” He grabbed Calloway and hugged him tightly. “I’m very proud to have you as another son.” He clapped him on the shoulder then walked up the stairs to his bedroom.
Breccan disappeared from the room and ran up the flight of stairs, not saying a word to Calloway. He didn’t even congratulate him. Calloway grabbed his acceptance notes and took them to his bedroom, sitting on the bed as he stared at each one for a long moment. It was obvious which university he should choose—the one on the East coast—but Calloway knew he was destined for Fresno University. It was his greatest dream to go an Ivy League school but that wasn’t in his future. If only had had a normal life he could choose another path, but that would never happen—he was where he was meant to be.
The Vow
When Calloway walked into the library during lunch period, Beatrice was already sitting with his friends. He felt his heart palpitate at the sight, fearing that his
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