Ertifferrah Written By: Elay Understood CHAPTER 8 ACCELERATED .... Elay TV Content Creator
She started creating a lot of these “accelerated” courses for students who were presumed to be a bit more advanced academically. That was fine, I guess, but it kind of created another clique in the student body; as if we didn’t have enough already. There’s the classic “nerds”, “quiet kids” “Goths” the ones that just hung around in the balance and became somewhat invisible, kind of like me, and last but not least, “snobs” but now we also had the “elites” – the ones who had it all; looks, popularity and the brains to go with it too. What a complete package.
Glad it’s my junior year so I won’t have to put up with this too much longer. I think the fact that next year, I’ll be a senior has given me the motivation to keep looking forward through all of this. Though I’m not one to keep up with the Joneses per se, in a way, I was beginning to feel a bit odd, odder than how the students had treated me already. It’s just that not having an accelerated class didn't help out my stats at all.
**Then it that all changed**
I remember walking home after school one day and checking the mailbox, searching for something, anything, for me, and that day, I came across something good – a letter from Tarsus High! Usually, I’d dread receiving mail from school because it was always bad news – some report about me skipping or bombing another test. You know the usual. I took the letter and put it under my shirt, left the rest of the mail in the box, and went to my room.
Never been too big on everyone in the house knowing what I got in the mail, let alone them knowing about my personal life. That was my business.
Though my cousin claims I really don’t have a life, to begin with, so I shouldn’t have anything to hide. She never was all the pleasure to be around anyway, but now, she’s just a nosey, dunce, parvenu-ever since her dad struck it lucky and landed a position at some car conglomerate. All he has to do now is walk around wearing a hard hat and a stupid badge that says “executive”. Huh, the relationship between my cousin and I are just hanging on by a thread because all I can say is that her dad just happened to be in the right spot at the right time. That’s all, and nothing more.
Okay, so, they’re rich now. But only a month ago, they all were living with us. In fact, I had to share my bedroom with my dumb cousin for a little more than six months. Before that, they weren’t doing so hot so my mom offered for them to live with us. At school, my cousin would brag and tell everyone that she lived in a gated community when in fact she lived with us. She has never said a thing without feeling the urge to bend the truth. I’m so happy she isn’t living here anymore.
Before opening the letter, Erica decided to fix herself a snack to take into her room. Tossing a warm bottle of water on the bed, she sat with a plate of pineapple slices and half of a sandwich from Subway, she opened the letter:
Dear Erica:
Congratulations! You have been chosen to be a part of one of Tarsus High accelerated courses! There is no need to bring anything special except for yourself and this letter. Attend your original schedule, and someone will call you down to the office when it’s time. Once again, Erica, welcome aboard, and I look forward to seeing you shine more brightly than the Sun!
Principal Veedra
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