If Only

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Failure.
One word. Eight letters.
That is what I was seeing in front of me.
Failure.

After working so hard on my history paper this is what I get failure. I was never the one to be extreamly chilled with such situations.
Peyton legor never failed.
I never failed.

"You are all dismissed," I stared at Mr. Maynor. I just stared at him.

When everyone left the class. I was just sitting there staring at my history teacher.

"Sir, there has to be a mistake"

"Miss. Legor, I suggest you leave, it is beyond your college time. I'm afaird you have to talk to me on graduation day now," he said, taking his books and getting up from his chair.

"No sir, there has to be a mistake. I can't fail" I said showing my paper which had an F on it.

"I'm afraid you have. I cannot do anything."

"But-

"I suggest you leave." When I didn't get up he opened the door. "Immediately."

I stuffed my books and my paper in my bag already angry and stormed out of the classroom.
My final year in college. I wanted to do a history major. My final year and I failed in history.
That's fate for me ladies and gentlemen. I thought bitterly.
What was I going to tell dad ?
I always wanted to be a historian. He was strictly against it. Said it wasn't a witty decision. But stubborn as I am I was hell bent on it. I wanted to do history, I will do history.

My dad is a detective he always worked. Yes, I know solving cases can be so interesting. Not for me I wanted to be a historian. But what now ? My dreamed just crashed. I can't repeat my senior year in college. I just can't. I have bigger ego problems.

I exited my college gate and ran. My dorm was just five minutes away. Not that I liked it on there. But sometimes you don't have any choices, for me its like every time.

I'm Peyton legor the unlucky girl. Who has brown hair, grey eyes, a weird face and a weirder attitude. Big ego issues, no friends in town.

I had many friends in highschool. Highschool was good to me till my senior year. I had friends whom I am still in contact with and no friends in college. Believe it or not I have no friends. Me and my dorm mate rarely talk. She's in her own world and I'm in mine. We never bothered to talk.

When I reach my dorm I just stare at the ceiling. What am I gonna do. Shit happens. Everytime.
Shit happens to me.

Suddenly I hear my phone vibrating in my jeans back pocket. I check the caller ID. Home.
Great!
Just what I needed right now.

"Hello"

"Hey kid. How was your paper?"

I cursed myself for telling my dad I was going to get my paper. I thought I would pass, alteast I hoped so.
Now my hopes are crushed.

"Oh yeah the paper. But first how was your day dad" I asked nervously.

Stalling.

"It was great kiddo I-
Hey, baby sis"

"Is that Theo ?" I asked.

Fuck. My. Life.
If my brother got to know I failed in the subject my career depends on he will never let me live in peace.

"Theo what are you doing home. Aren't you supposed to be in Texas working. Did you get fired. Dad did he get fired? I told you Don't go, but you never listen to me do you. You should have faith in your sister. Dad I told you I was wiser than him didn't I and-

"Cut the crap pey, quit stalling and tell us are you going to be an historian or not"

"I-I"

"Peyton Sandra legor, did you not do your paper well?" My brother laughed on the other side of the phone.

Curse you. Wait till I get my hands on you, I will shut you down, I thought.

"Um dad. Haha, funny story my paper went well but I got and an F, haha. You know why my teacher he hates me he purposely f-

" Peyton we're coming tomorrow to get you from Washington, you will join my department as a subordinate. And I'm not hearing any arguments, I gave you a chance now you've lost it. See you tomorrow. "

With that he ended the call. He didn't even give me a chance to reply. I was staring at my phone. Just staring at it.
I threw it on the bed side table and stared at the ceiling again and started laughing hysterically and then suddenly I stared crying.
This is my life. Being forced into something I don't want to do. Fate has played it's cruel role with me.
Now, it's my turn.