Chapter 3.

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Lilly's P.O.V.

15 years later...

"Lilly!" called a voice from down the hall. I turn to see my best friend Emily running toward me at full speed. I laugh as I open my locker, when she finally reaches me I turn to her, "where's the fire?" She puts one hand on my shoulder, the other on her knee as she bends over trying to catch her breath. I shake my head at my best friend. "We, are, getting..." she pants. "A fro-yo machine in the cafeteria?" I joke. She snaps her head up, and has a look on her face like I have offended her. "No. Foreign exchange students!" she all but yells.  I smile at her excitement. Her wrist has been orange her entire life, and she gave up hope on finding her soul mate years ago. "This has to be a sign right? We've never had exchange students before, he has to be coming." she says, all but jumping as she speaks. I reach into my locker to grab my English essay, before closing my locker. I am so happy that she is excited, but I don't want her to get her hopes too high in case he actually isn't in this group of students. "Oh!" She shouts as we begin walking to class, "What if I can get my parents to sign up to be a host family!? What if we lived together?" I give her a are you serious look? "Em, that wouldn't work." I inform her. "Why not?" she recoils "Because host families have to have at least one spare bedroom or same gender child. I hate to break it to you, but you don't have any brothers, and your family has a two bedroom house. You share a room with two other sisters for goodness sakes. Where did you expect the poor guy, you know what, never mind" I say not wanting to finish that question. "Wait, how do you? You knew about this and didn't tell me!?" I roll my eyes, "Of course I knew about it. I spend third period in the office." At this point we've made it to English and have taken our seats. "You should've said something." Before I can respond, Mr. B begins class.

"Hey Lilly, the guidance counselor wanted to talk with you." says the secretary when I walk into the office. I nod and head up to his office. He is waiting for me, and gestures for me to take a seat. "You got it." "I got it!?" I shout in disbelief. He hands me the envelope that has Julliard's stamp on it. I open the letter and it reads...

Dear Lillian,

Thank you for your application to Julliard. We have reviewed your transcripts, and will be offering a full scholarship, pending the results of your in person interview and audition. Please see information below for times and other arrangements... 

I don't read any further. I don't need too. Holy shit I got in to my dream school! I am gonna ace that audition! I scream and jump up and down, before remembering that Mr. G is standing right there. He chuckles and congratulates me before sending me back to third period. I ask the secretary if I can go to the music room this period and practice for my audition. She is so elated at the news that she doesn't even hesitate and shoos me away. I walk into Mrs. K's music room and see that she is the only one in there. "Hello Lily, is it fifth period already?" She asks looking at her watch. "No, but I was wondering if I could use this time to practice for my Julliard audition?" I ask dragging out the last part. She all but launches herself out of her chair and hugs me so tight. "I knew you could do it, your parents are going to be so proud!" I thank her and go to grab my violin. I have been in love with classical music since I was four, and begged my parents for a violin. I've been playing ever since. When the bell rings, I know that Julliard is as good as mine...



*Author note

I'm not super good at describing how people look, so here is my cheap way out of that...

Lilly...

Emily

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Emily

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