The paper tore once, twice, three times. I shredded it and scattered it to the wind.
"Melinda what are you doing?" I turned to see my younger sister Emma tentatively walk over to me.
"It's my rejection letter from Yale." When I said it aloud my chest felt heavy. There was no more hiding from my failure anymore.
"Oh my god Mel. I'm so sorry, I know you really wanted to go there!" Although Emma's sympathy was innocent, I only made me feel more helpless.
Staring at the littered paper around me, I thought, How do you repair shattered dreams?