"Why are you so concerned?", I throw the question at him out of frustration
"Because I can't bear the thought of anything happening to you".
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In the midst of her meticulously controlled life and unwavering pursuit of Ivy League...
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"Mom I promise, I will make an effort to be a good boy, score at least a high B average, and a minor participate in one of the extracurricular activities"
Just as I was going through the hallways to my next lecture. The goddamn orators burst open again announcing " Eric Ashford come to the main office at this instant ". I feel like fucking celebrity. Half of the population already recognize me because of all the good deeds I have done before I left. But I have changed, a lot. Honestly, no one remains the same with adolescence we all change every year.
Sighing, I enter Mr.Barettes room again. This is the third time I am entering his office in one week. I bet if he won't stop paying attention, there will come a time he will make sure I take every lecture in front of his eyes.
He is a short thick man created like a bull. Closing the door behind, he fixes his eyes on me and hunches over his desk. Thank God he is sitting cause when he walks like a snail it feels like a mixture of a snail and a bull. Bizarre
He gazes at me for a split second like I am one of his scapegoats. Now he will start his speech 1,2,3 start " Eric, why don't you comprehend how much we are working hard for you, we don't want you to waste your year spending it as Idle " . my mind mimics the same words he has been saying every time he calls me. This dude is seriously so tensed. He needs a therapist. He needs to relax a bit. Too much tension is not good for health and at this age.
What is his age?
The whole hour pass by like it does every next day. He's advising me and I am not taking even a single piece of advice he throws at me.
Sighing, I get up as he tells me to leave. I know for sure the amount of time he is waiting on me is because I am some child of a billionaire otherwise he wouldn't even know I exist. I turn around to leave before his words shatter my peace of mind " Eric, don't forget the promise you made to your mother ". Geez
