Getting It Right (BOOK THREE)

Chapter 23

The rest of the week is filled with packing and repacking. Everyone is busy getting prepared for their California trip.

At Shaun's house, he and his parents are doing a final run through of his suit case to make sure he has everything packed. "Could you at least be a little more organized?" His moms asks as she takes a pile of shirts out his suitcase and refolds them.

Shaun sighs, "As long as they all fit that's all that should matter."

She rolls her eyes, "How are you going to be orgazined and prepared for college if you can't even pack a suit case Shaun?"

"I think I"ll manage." He replies dryly.

"Have you even heard from any colleges yet?" His dad asks from where he's sitting on his bed.

Shaun shakes his head. "Not yet, but I'm not worried."

"Well you should be," His mother snaps, closing his suitcase and zipping it up. "Most people hear from their colleges during the winter. It's June Shaun!"

"I applied a little late, so what?" He rubs the back of his neck. "You're more stressed over this than I am."

Letting out a heavy breath, his mother stands up and crosses her arms. She looks at him with weary eyes. "I want the best for you Shaun and it just seems like you don't care whether you get in to college or not. It's important for your sucess in life and it's so much more different than highschool. You cruised through highschool but college is more serious and comes with a lot of pressure. You need to grow up and get serious about this, it's now or never."

Shaun doesn't look at her. He clasps his hands and stares at his shoes. There's no point in arguing with his mother, she'll only get worked up even more and give him a whole speech that he isn't in the mood for. He can't wait to get on the plane and leave this house behind. A few weeks without his parents riding him is exactly what he needs right now.

"Alright ma, I hear you." He finally says.

"Sure you do, Shaun." He listens as she walks out the room and disappears down the hall. His father still hovers on his bed, letting the tension slowly fade away.

"She's just worried about you." His dad says.

"I know but she doesn't understand..." Shaun shakes his head in fustration. "I'm not even sure if I want to go to college. Is that a bad thing? I know plenty of people who never went to college but are content with their lives. Why can't I do the same?"

His dad is silent for a moment before responding. "Everyone's different. Your mom thinks that college is mandatory for everyone's life, you think that you'll be fine without it. Only the future can tell."

"Well what am I supposed to do? If I don't go to college, mom will be mad as hell. If I do go then I'm gonna be the one that's unhappy."

"Only you can decide what to do, I can't tell you how to live your life anymore. Neither can your mother. I mean you're eighteen, it's time to be an adult and make adult decisions." His father replies.

Shaun sucks his teeth, "That's bullshit. One minute yall treat me like a kid then I'm an adult. Make up your minds."

With a laugh, his father stands up and pats his shoulder. "It's all on you Shaun." He says, then grabs a pillow and smacks him upside the head with it. "Stop all that damn cursing."

After he leaves the room, Shaun zips up his suitcase and puts it by his door. Between Carson and his mom, he isn't sure who's stressing him out more. All he knows is that women are complicated.

"Good afternoon Sevyn," Dr. Grey, Sevyn's psychiatrist greets her as she walks into the office. Closing the door, Sevyn plops down on the couch she's become so familiar with for the last six months.