Laura

And another...:

Laura was standing by the window, waiting for the postman to arrive. The results would be arriving today. She hadn't wanted to collect them from school with everyone else staring. Expecting. The knot in her stomach was tightening. She took a deep breath, almost choking on the scent of her mother's daffodils, proudly displayed in a glass vase on the window sill. Cut in their prime. 'Will I be?' Laura thought to herself.

The results would affect the rest of her life. Which university she would go to, the people she would meet, the experiences she would have.

Her mobile went off. She ignored the call from her mother who was possibly more anxious than she was now.

Laura looked up to see the postman stepping towards their front door. This man. This stranger held the answer to the rest of her life.