Truth and Lies

rt of the night, shifting back and forth, counting the lines between the ceiling ti

ay, the most important day of my enti

yself. I take my time tucking the corners of my bedsheet against the headboard, knowing that this is the

he exclaim

indicates that she is in the same state of panic as I am. My stomach is in a tight knot, and

es of tasks leading up to this

ere hanging out, drinking, and doing whatever else teenagers do to get t

egged on the living room floor with my mother while she g

rs. I couldn't deny that I was pleased that my efforts had finally paid off. I was accepted to the only college I applied to, and thanks to

face at the suggestion and her pacing around the livin

ower water, some of the tension

g the opposite, and I get so distracted that by the time I finally wash my hair and

my wet body.Knowing that her nerves are getting the best

anned down to the hour for months. Only one of us can be a nervous wreck, and I

item, but my mother insisted that I wear it. I finally win the zipper b

the sleeve of my sweater. I toss it back onto my bed and slip my shoes on, kno

's brilliant and has straight A's, just like me, and he's planning to join me at WCU next year. I wish he could come n

hat's all I'm asking for and all

in!" As I walk down the stairs, I yell. Noah is sitting acros

e of his eyes, and his blond hair is

lined. When I smell his strong cologne, he pulls me into a tight hug, a

ile, trying to hide my nerves, and pul

tly, "we can wait a few minu

e to remind me that I needed to have presentable hair for today. A

l put your luggage in the car. He gives me a short kiss on the che

yling than it did after round one, and I g

make my way to the car packed with my belongings, making me sli

prisingly, the thought that keeps running t

or that a spirit of adventure seized me with each sign that showed us drawing nearer