Only One Boy Asked Me to Prom Since No One Else Wanted to Go With Me Because of the Birthmark on My Face

The gym waited.

The officer opened a folder.

“Several local organizations pooled resources to create a scholarship fund.”

The principal looked surprised.

“A scholarship?”

The officer nodded.

“A full university scholarship.”

Gasps echoed around the room.

A full scholarship.

Not partial.

Not limited.

Full.

The officer handed Caleb the paperwork.

“You earned it.”

For a moment Caleb couldn’t speak.

Neither could I.