You have no talent

...not getting admitted is the last thing I would want to think about

How will I face Daniella and her mother if I don't? If it were just Dad, that would be different. Dad? I thought again. Mr Wisdom is not my biological father. He is my uncle, my birth father's younger brother, who took me in after my parent dead in a car accident when I was two years old.

He made me call him Dad from then on, he did not want me to feel like an orphan. Unfortunately, his wife is not as kind as he is. She was swift to remind me I was not her daughter and Daniella had caught the fever. She does not treat me like a sister. I mean, I am her cousin, so we are blood-related. But Daniel, her brother, was different; he treated me like a sister.

Well, it was in the course of my new habit that I joined a novel Lover's group. That was where I saw the flyer for Mount Wing's college admission. I realised that other than becoming a lawyer, I also love writing. So I told Dad about it, and he agreed to get me the form.

Mum was totally against it. I can still remember the conversation as if it was yesterday. "What nonsense!" she snapped. "what talent does she have for you to want to spend that amount of money to get her a form for mount Wings College? Mount Wings College is for students with brain and talent, and this girl here has none." She glared at me.

"You know she will not get in," she continued, "she could not even pass her entrance examination. Everybody knows that Mount Wings academy nearly admitted ten percent of the students that apply. what chance does she stand? That amount of money you will spend on buying a form for her is enough for her to learn a new skill like baking or fashion design," she said.

"Honey, don't be like this" Dad said. The girl clearly has no interest in those things. Let her try her luck. After all, she loves reading novels," he said.

Mrs Wisdom laughed for a while before saying, "reading a novel and writing one are two different things." She turned to me with Angry clearly written on her face. "You are just going to waste resources and time. We both know you have no talent, no brains you are useless, just like your mother."

At that point, I believed her because although I love writing short stories, I didn't think anyone would be interested in reading them. And they are not as flawless as the ones I read.

"We are here," Dad said as he stopped the car. I stepped out of the car and took in the fresh air that welcomed me.

This place is amazing, it is far more beautiful than it looked when I checked it out on the website. I was lost in my thought. Wow, if I am given admission, it will be a new dream come through.

I looked at the beautiful college icon that can't be missed by anyone who stepped into the school. It was not too far from the wide open gates. It has two wings and in the middle was a circle that read MW.

"Like I was saying," Dad called for my attention, making me look at him. "Whatever happens, know that I am still proud of you. You have passed the first phase, which many others could not, just have a little more faith in yourself," he encourages.

I nodded in agreement. "I will be back here waiting for you," He hugged me and then kissed me on my forehead. I have always liked it when he kissed my forehead it makes me feel loved. I wore a big smile on my face as I walked away from him. I could see other applicants get dropped off.

It's true what they say Mount Wings was only for the wealthy. I could see different expensive cars parked. I don't know much about cars, but they all looked flamboyant. I could not thank my Dad enough for giving me this opportunity. I quickly brought out my phone, a guide had been sent to me from Mount wings to help me easily locate my hall. Looking at the buildings around me, I understood why they said you could get lost or walk in a circle without a guild. I looked around me for any sign to identify which of the entrance was closest to me so that I could follow the right direction.

I notice a small sign board which read north wings. Then I began to follow the directions to the hall where I will be defending the short story I sent in about two weeks ago. Like I said before, it was my final entrance examination, more like my admission or rejection date.

When I got to the waiting space, I sat next to a girl who looked about my age and was friendly. "Hello," I a.greeted her, trying to calm myself down from my anxiety. "Hi," she replies with a sweet smile.

"You look tensed," she said. I nodded my head. She smiled at me, "don't be. Even if you don't get in this year, there is always next year," she said.

I nodded my head to mean I agreed with her, but I knew deep down in my heart that next year did not exist for me. "You know," she continued, "I was not able to pass the first phase of last year's examination, but this year I scored 285 out of three hundred," she said.

"Wow, I scored 275," I said, chatting with her helped me calm down.

"That's very nice for a first-time try, most students here now did not make it to the second phase with their first attempt, so you see you are smart and lucky," she said.

I smiled back at her and was delighted she said such nice things to me. I must say I was a little surprised; there are very few people in my life who thinks I am smart. I was going to ask her if she knew the kind of questions asked inside when we heard a loud voice called Elizabeth Matthew.

"That's my name," she said, "all the best I told her as she stood up and walked into the next room. The previous applicant came out with a sad face. She must have been rejected, I thought.

I sat down there, wondering what I would face inside the room. Elizabeth spent less than five minutes there, and she came out smiling. "You got in?" I asked.

"yes," she answered, hugging me like we had known each other for a long time. "Wow, no wonder you are this excited," I said.

She stopped smiling and looked at me. "Are you Kidding me? Even if I did not get the admission, I would still be happy. There were over two thousand of us that applied, and I made it down to the last three hundred and twenty people. That's something to be grateful for. I would have tried again next year," she explained.

"Good thing you got admitted," I said, smiling at her.