Thorn between family, dreams and love

ily routine as usual. The strange sensation in my chest

her's voice. As we were completing the quiz he had given u

the school secretary standing next

principal wan

some juicy secret, the class

ere swiftly silen

"Did I make

ind out." She gav

ce, trying not to show how nervous I was. Upon entering, I found my mo

r beside my mother and said, "P

feeling the tension in

" Mr. Laurent started. Although his tone wasn't harsh,

look when I shook my hea

re here to talk about your extracurricular activity." "I

while twitching my swe

hie doesn't need to waste her time on any of these t

little and argued, "But the

etorted, "I know what's best for

n composure. "Her grades are impressive, no doubt about it, but

o pretend to be a character in a play while runn

e who claims to be intelligent," Mr. Lefevre

igence questioned was one of the things she detested the most. She once nearly set my father's car on fire after he made the erro

" My mom scoffed. "You'll never be

d his disagreement, shruggi

don't care what you think." "I decide wh

ime, saying, "Rules are rules, and you agreed to them when you signed her form." "Universities don't only conce

ands in frustration and

ules," Mr. Lefevre muttered, atte

figure it all

st of the day off." "You can talk about this with your mother when you get

simmering anger, my mo

can homeschool her under your rules or take h

making it difficult for me to breathe. She was a lion, just wai

home after just six months. I wasn't prepared to leave and start over. At least the people here were less difficult to deal with than those at

moine?" Mr. Lefevre's questio

om my mother challenged me to make a mistake. It was the same expressi

but it stuck in my throat. I made an

dded and urged

ly. "I need a little more time to consider it. Tomorrow, I'll make

et. "You have the remainder of the day off. Return ho

could say anythi

by Mr. Laurent. "I'll see you

ce and made my way back to class. The teacher look

Little Ms. Einstein is leaving." "I guess

By this point, I was accustomed to the

The instructor

evin simpl

m, the teacher whispered,

efevre was waiting by the door as soon as I entered the

o is choose the appropriate activity. You know, this might be the key to getting into a reputable u

't sure if I belie

f my reverie by my mother's voice. She

ng my stuff." It was painfully quiet on the drive home. We w

when we pulled i

final tone, "We'll discuss this later," an

unable to concentrate on the seemingly limitless options. There was no way to transfer. I