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The envelope

My eyelids open, a thought crosses my mind. Mail day! I jump out of bed and run downstairs,my heart pounding. I swing open the front door, feeling the cool morning breeze blow across my face. Stepping onto my front porch, I open the mailbox. My hand fumbling through papers, I finally pull out a shiny white envelope. My name is written on the front in sparkly letters. It’s from the university! This paper says if I’ve been accepted or not! I wonder whether I should open it or not. As I skip back inside I decide to open it. So, I quickly rip open the envelope and unfold the paper inside.