Get dressed and go downstairs

Holy fuck. You think to yourself. Today is the day. You pick up the pink sundress you chose for yourself easier that morning, and your underwear. You change, making sure everything is on correctly before bolting downstairs. You turn the corner to see your mom, a 5'6 woman who has light brown hair down to her waist, holding out a white envelope. "You know hun, if you don't get acceptance again, me and your dad are still proud of you no matter what. You could always work at building your skills up before reapplying", she says. "Thanks mom, I love you", you reply".

You carefully take the letter from her hands, examining the weight of it in your hands before slowly breaking the seal.

You take out the white crisp paper from inside.

You unfold it and flip it over.