"Would any of them accept fiction? You could maybe set it up as though demonstrating creative writing skills. That way you could make them think you've got this amazing imagination, when you're really just telling the truth." He shrugged. Holt didn't know if that would work. Applying to colleges wasn't hard for him.
He set the paper down on the coffee table and pulled Zinny into his lap, letting her snuggle into him. "You're not fucked. You're going to get in. They'd be idiots to reject you." Everyone loved Zinny. She was amazing.