It happens

I sat quietly, thinking to myself, watching the rain trickle down the window. I sat there making up mini races in my head. Would the rain pelet on the left win or the one in the middle? I contemplated life, where I was going next, and what I was going to now. I sat quietly thinking of all the solutions that one heart wrenching outcome caused. I had it figured out, where I wanted to go, who I wanted to be, and where I wanted to spend my Saturdays, and what team I wanted to wear proudly across my chest. I'm a thinker, that's what I do. I’ve always been known as the fairly smart girl who thinks too much for her own good.
“Baylor, Baylor is that you?” Tiffany shouted from across the cafe, interrupting my thoughts and snapping me out of my daydream of following the beads of rain. “Omg I can’t believe it I got in! Did you check yet? I’m sure you did, this is so great we are going to have so much fun.” I glanced over at her with a mean glare. We had been best friends since before we could walk and since we could talk, we've talked about being gators together. She was less than perfect academically, but she was everyone’s favorite beauty queen and she always got what she wanted. I for one, always had to work twice as hard as everyone else to achieve what they seemed to get effortlessly. There wasn't nothing in this word that meant what an acceptance to UF meant.
“No I didn’t get in, and since I didnt you shouldn't have either. You have the intelligence of my dog.” Immediately once I shot back at her I had instant regret and my body filled with guilt. Tiffany was my friend, and I was happy for her. The happiness I had for her however, was no suppression of the heart break I had just suffered. Thirteen years of schooling to see the words “Sorry, we cannot accept you at this time.” roll across my screen. I can still feel the weight of my eye lids from the all nighters spent studying and the bells which also served as alarm clocks. I can still feel my fatigued hands aching from writing the equations for the next days math test at least fifty times each, that's the only way I could remember them, and it all was for nothing. My dreams of being a baby gator had vanished and somehow Tiffany’s unrealistic goal of becoming one flourished. It was jealousy that plagued me. I soon retracted my previous harsh statement saying “Tiffany, I’m sorry I’m very happy for you I just can't believe I wont be there with you.”
Tiffany always had a way of turning dirt into daisies. She could make any feel better I swear. I called it her super power. Resting one hand on my long blonde locks and the other on her keys in case she needed a quick escape she said“Oh baby, It's okay. I'm really sorry you didn't get in but that doesn't mean you still can't do great things. You got into just about every other school in Florida, any of which would be lucky to have you.” The same words I had heard from my mom, dad, grandpa, and sister, yet none of them sounded as good as they did coming from my best friend.
It was just like that, she hugged me, turned back said “Love you long time,” and I returned back to zoning off and watching rain races. Of course the sadness still encompassed my body, but I now had a sense of relief. I knew where whether I was a knight, nole, hatter, hurricane, or said roll tide, I knew that's exactly where I was meant to be and everything would be okay. My hard work wasn't for nothing. The blessings would come from any school. The education would be superb, even if my colors were no longer blue and orange. The last thought to roll through my head was “It happens, life happens. Im gonna get thrown off track and deviate from the plan so many times I might as well start practicing.” I watched the last rain race, finished my coffee, and walked out of the cafe.