It Came.

As I sat at my desk, studiously completing my algebra homework, I heard the familiar thump of the mailbox closing—the postman delivering letters. I considered getting up, then thought better. No, the letter I’m waiting for won’t arrive for another week. I continued solving the equation before me.

Some time later, my mother appeared at the bedroom door, distributing the mail. She handed me an envelope. It was the size of envelope that contains an 8.5 x 11 piece of paper folded in half. The postmark was foreign. This was the envelope.

A prayer in my heart, I reached for my knife and slit the envelope along the end. I withdrew the letter. Tears pooled in my eyes as I gazed at three words: Official Acceptance Letter.

That’s right, I’m going to Capernwray.