I lied," I say still looking at his lips, he opens his eyes and gazes over at me.
"Uh oh," he whispers, not breaking eye contact. I am suddenly aware of his lingering stare. He looks at me everywhere, every inch, there was no hiding from it. His ga...
chapter seven "EZRA, YOU'RE GOING TO BE LATE!" My mom shouts through the halls, shaking the penthouse. I ignore her, pulling the covers over my head not wanting to budge.
My mom doesn't attempt to get me up again. Ever since the incident, she only spoke to me when absolutely necessary. She tip toed around me, like I would break at any second. I think she took the incident personal. I wish I could tell her that it wasn't her fault, I wish I could apologize for being selfish, but everytime I mentioned it, it was brushed under the rug and ignored.
My family ignored a lot of things, throwing me into expensive therapy in hopes that I could be fixed, that I could be normal, extraordinary Ezra again. What my family didn't know is that's what caused the incident, wearing a constant facade was draining. I honestly didn't know who I was as a person, If someone asked me to say something that I liked or what I was into, I couldn't answer.
I know what people like to hear, I've rehearsed it long enough. I know what my family wants me to be, I recite the rehearsed script in my head. My name is Ezra Montgomery (that much is true), I want to grow up and be like mommy and daddy, a job that is guaranteed success, maybe a lawyer, or real estate agent, a doctor, politician, something along those lines. If I don't go Ivy, i'd might as well kill my self. A state college isn't good enough.
I remember two years ago, my cousin, Penelope got accepted to Stanford University, the Stanford University. But it wasn't good enough, because it wasn't an Ivy, everyone in my family lineage has attended an Ivy.
