"This isn't you Cade." My voice is small.
I don't know if I'll ever understand why he suddenly changed, but I'm grateful he did. Whatever happened to him is a benefit to what is happening to us right now.
Cade tucks the strands of my hair that fall...
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Aware that I look extremely devasted as I left my room, walking down the stairs, I muster up a forced smile.
Before I could greet my parents, my Mom ask, "why aren't you ready for school?" Well there's no need to fake smile.
"Too sick to go." I take one of the long stools around the Island. My Mom pushes my food that was covered to me. She and my Dad have already eaten.
After having a hard time falling asleep last night, which has never happened before. I forced myself to sleep, only to wake up this morning feeling dispirited.
My Mom had to yell my name more than three times for breakfast, before I got off my bed. I fully expected her to come up and force me downstairs or something. Not bothering to take a shower, I just brushed my teeth and washed my face.
"Where is Dad?" I ask her, noticing his absence.
"He's packing his things for the trip. Did mine last night, but he was too lazy to do his and now he's rushing." She shakes her head with a laugh.
My lips lift up into a little smile. I definitely took the lazy trait from my Dad.
"Who said anything about rushing?" My Dad's voice booms as he walks into the kitchen.
"I'm all done." He says like he just won a trophy.
Deciding that this is the moment to tell my parents what I planned to, I say, "there's something I wanna tell you guys." I let the words out, not looking at their faces. My fork is in-between my fingers, dancing on the plate.
Although, I already know what I want and nothing can change mind, I still thought on it last night in the long hours of sleeplessness.
"What is it cupcake?" I raise my head at them, hearing my Dad's voice.
"I don't want to go to college." They both stare at me speechless, their expressions mute and the room falls silent.
Seeing that they were not gonna say anything, I look back at my food and start eating, despite not having an appetite.
Few more seconds to minutes passed before they finally spoke up.
"What? Why?" My Mom rushes to my side, her voice soft and her expression clouded with worry.
This isn't something I just thought about last night, I've always not wanted to go to college. I just didn't say anything cause I thought I will change my mind later-on.
Besides, I didn't have a reason before now. But presently, I feel like I do.
"Is this about that boy?" My Mom and I both swipe our head to my Dad, seeing his vexed face.
"What boy?" Confusion fills me.
"That tutor of yours." He exaggerates with his hands, his eyebrows creased.
