Chapter Twenty Two--Made It
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"Muuumm,how can you say Channing Tatum ain't cute??", I asked in shock.
" He ain't that cute,trust me",mum replied.
"Mumm??,Are you actually okay or did you put some marijuana in the popcorn that's making you think otherwise?? ", Anna asked making me burst into laughter.
It was a Saturday afternoon,mum,Anna and I decided to stay indoors and see few movies.Mum got popcorn and we jes finished seeing White House Down when we began arguing how cute Channing Tatum was.
" You're so crazy Ann",mum said in between laughter.
"Mum,buh Anna is damn right here,its either you high on something or you beginning to lose it.How can you say such an abominable something??", I asked.
" Alright alright, you girls win.He's cute. Happy now??",mum asked rolling her eyes.
Anna and I chuckled before high-fiving ourselves.
"Grrrrrhhhhhhhmmm", the door bell rang startling all three of us.
" Who could that be by this time of the day??",I asked to no one in particular. "You two expecting anyone??", I asked mum and Anna 'cause I knew noone would possibly come looking for me.
They both said no.I went to check the door and it was the postman.
" Uhmm, is this the Williams residence?? ",he asked.I nodded.
" Tricia Williams??",he asked again.
"Yeah,that's me", I answered.
" You have a letter from NYU",he said stretching out a white official envelope that bore the NYU stamp.
I suddenly became tensed.Many thoughts began going through my head that I didn't even hear the postman instructing me to sign.
"Heeeeyy,Ms.Williams??", he called bringing my mind back.
" ye--ess-ss",I answered stuttering.
"Sign here", he said looking at me weirdly.
I signed immediately and locked the door.
" Who was that?? ",??mum and Anna asked at the same time.
" The postman..Its a letter from NYU",I mumbled out.
They both looked at me anxiously.
"Open it up, what does it say??", Anna asked.
I sat down slowly and began opening the sealed envelope like my life depends on it.Mum and Anna jes stared at me as I read through it slowly.
I looked up at them and tiny tears dropped from my right eye.They both looked at me with mixed feelings, I guess they didn't know what to think judging by the tears from my eyes. Yeah,yeah, yeah..as you would have thought they where tears of joy.
" I mmmmaaadddeee iiittt",I screamed as loud as ever.
Mum and Anna shouted too.
I couldn't believe it.Me,Tricia Williams, made it to New York University. I wasn't so smart like Dee buh still I made it.
I hugged Anna and mum so tight and we jes shouted,screamed and even shed tears of joy.We kept on rejoicing that we didn't hear the door bell ring.I rushed to get it and I was staring at the last person I expected to see now which has been counted as one of the happiest days of my life.
"Watchu doin here??", I asked furiously.
" I want us to talk Trix",Jay said.
"I have nothing to talk to you about,so please leave", I said with a stern voice.
" Can you at least hear me out??",Jay asked pathetically. He looked like he hadn't slept in days.He looked terrible. But come on,I wouldn't be moved by his facades.
"I said NO,jes get out of my sight now you lying and cheating son offa bitch", I ordered and cursed before banging the door on his face.I felt so bad but why i felt that way I didn't know.Did I miss Jay??Did I still have feelings for him or what??
Knowing the anwers to my rhetorical questions,i dismissed the thoughts and rushed back to the sitting room to join my family.
" Who was that? ",mum asked.
" Noone important mum",I lied."We should call Dee",I smartly changed the topic.
"Yeah", Anna shrieked and began dialling his number.
Mum jes stared at me,she knew something was definitely wrong with me buh I couldn't let her know that I was bothered about Jay and that I still even had feelings for him.I jes smiled at her and she smiled back.
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