She tore open the envelope with such force that it left a jagged tear along the length of the paper. It was from her first choice college. Holding the torn pieces, she began scanning the letter’s contents with frantic eyes, hope and worry warring within her.
After a moment she deflated with a sigh. Her arms dropped and shoulders sagged. It was simply a form letter to let her know her application was still on hold.
She threw the paper on the kitchen table in disgust and went upstairs, her feet making irritated scuffings on the floor as she went.