So I'm sitting in the middle of Political Science class, and my phone rings.
I know what you're all thinking. "A TEENAGER WHO TEXTS IN SCHOOL!?!?? WHAT IS THIS CRAP!?!?" xD
But it keeps ringing, so I'm like crap, pull the phone out of my pocket to see I'm getting a call from home. Intrigued by why my foster mom would be calling me in the middle of school, I wonder if I dare answer or not. So I leave the room, and answer the phone. Here is the conversation that follows.
"Hello?"
"Hey"
"You know I'm in the middle of class right?"
"Yea"
"So you called because?"
"You got a letter today"
"And this couldn't wait till after school?"
"It's from the publisher, but I guess it can wait, since that's what you want"
"WHAT!?!?!? WHATS IT SAY!?!?"
"I didn't open it"
"WELL DO!"
"Okay, let me get it real quick"
after what seemed like a couple years
"Okay, they said..."
"WHAT'D THEY SAY!"
"Dear Mr. ((BLEEP)Bleeped for protection) We have reviewed your file, and have made our final decision. Unfortunately (at this point, my heart died) we often have to deny publication to many writers. This however is not (I came back to life about here) the case with you! "
(there is more, but this is the part that is pertinent to this post)
So yea, I'm going to have a book of poetry out there.
I literally started crying when I found out.
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