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007, I GOT IN!
EVER SINCE THE FIRST time Avery Valentine had watched Gilmore Girls with her mother and sister, she had her college thoughts set on Yale. She would always use Rory Gilmore as an inspiration and fictional mentor when she was in school.
Avery would always receive high praise from her teachers and peers, some even told her she was the perfect candidate for Yale University. Avery always just smiled and thanked them, never wanting to get her hopes way too high that the rejection letter would burst her bubble.
The eighteen-year-old had earlier applied to a few colleges. Colleges such as Harvard (she had low hopes but only since it was close to home), Yale (of course! Only a three-hour drive from Boston), the University of Alaska Anchorage (close to her parents), and also MIT (also close to home).
Here she was, shaky hands and logging onto her computer. This was it. Avery had a whole audience. Her mother, father, sister and brother were there, as well as Nicolas and Matthew Sturniolo.
Christopher was apparently running late.
"If you get into more than three of them, I'm going to feel so dumb," Matt chuckled from behind Avery.
"Shut up. Don't say that, shorty, you're so smart," she blew him a friendly kiss.
Matt laughed softly at her reply and drummed his fingertips on the rim of her chair. The response letters weren't even for him, yet he was feeling so anxious. Matt couldn't imagine how Avery was feeling right about now.
Remi Valentine impatiently shoved a few pieces of Seaweed Snack into his mouth, snorting as they crunched loudly. "Can we hustle? No offence, Vee."
"Okay!" Avery rubbed her hands together. To be honest, she had been waiting for Chris to show up at the very last minute but as her cursor hovered over the first letter, she realized there was no point in waiting. If he wanted to be here, he would.
Avery squeezed her eyes shut as she hesitantly pressed on the email from Harvard University. Nick exhaled in nervousness, his phone was propped up on Avery's computer to film everybody's reactions.
"We regret to inform you..." Avery mumbled as she scanned over the email, letting out a small sigh. She didn't expect to get in but the feeling of rejection still upset her in a way.
"You were too good for them anyway," Nick commented, staying positive for the sake of his best friend.
Avery grinned up at the boy in glasses, she squeezed his hand that was supportively on her shoulder and continued to log onto the next portal.
