All that work. Everything that I have worked for during the past two years. And there it is, sitting in a brown envelope. A rectangular brown envelope. I have realised something: I am happy and proud. Of my grades, and of myself. Because I get the feeling that I have earned this. I got reasonable grades. A colourful cocktail mix of As, Bs and Cs. I got into 6th Form. English, Art and Psychology here I come!
I am still scared. About my future. What can I do? Law has been ruled out. I would love to do something creative, and to travel. I can still make something of myself. But I do not want to disappear. What happens now?
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