You walked into Mr. Wentz's office with tears flowing down your face.
"(Y/N), are you okay? Sit down." He instructed with concern. You complied and sat in his comfortable arm chair.
"What's the matter?" He asked sliding you the box of tissues.
"Mr. Wentz, I don't know what I wanna do with my life." You sobbed.
"What do you mean?" He asked with concern.
"I just, I don't wanna go to college because I don't know what I wanna do in life." Mr. Wentz looked at you and put an encouraging hand on your shoulder.
"(Y/N), you don't need to know what you wanna do right now. You're a junior, you have all of senior year to meet with me so I can help you find the college for you. I promise, we'll find it." He sighed.
"But, there's nothing in this world that I feel passionate about doing." You sniffled.
"(Your nickname), there's gotta be something. Don't you live to sing and perform?"
"Yeah."
"We can find you a nice performing arts school."
"Really?"
"Of course! (Y/N), there will always be useful jobs in life that fit to things everyone loves. You just gotta find them."
"So, I can actually pursue a career in acting or something?"
"If that's what you want, yeah!" You stood out of your seat and ran to hug Mr. Wentz.
"Thank you so much Mr. Wentz. You helped me a bunch." You smiled gratefully. Mr. Wentz smiled and hugged back.
"No problem. Here, have a lollipop." Mr. Wentz said pushing his jar of lollipops to you. You giggled and took a purple one.
"Thank you Mr. Wentz." You smiled before leaving the guidance office.
A/N: Just for anybody worrying about college, everything I said up there is entirely true. There's always a school for you, don't give up. I send my love <3
