𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐒 | 𝐆𝐢𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬

14| False God.

14 | False God.

| Sage's POV |

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"Okay," I began, flipping through my vinels. "Lana Del Rey, Harry Styles, Taylor Swift, or Gracie Abrams?"

Madeline groaned, laying upside down on my bed. "You can't make me choose!"

"Fine, Harry it is."

"Oh, oh! Fine Line, please and thank you." She smiled, looking up at me. "Yes ma'am," I said, playing the vinel on my record player.

"I'm in love," Maddy smiled. I looked over, seeing Willow and Ivy laying next to her.

At the sound of my door opening, I turned around, seeing Rory.

"The next time you walk in here without knocking, you're going to leave without an organ."

She pouted, looking at me. I sighed, "I hate you."

"Love you more," she smiled, sitting down next to Maddy. "I need help. Major help."

"I'm aware," I mumbled.

"Aw, are you okay? Is there anything I can do? Are you feeling okay? Do you have a fever? Are you sad—" my best friend rambled, sitting up as she pet one of the cats.

"Oh! No, no, no, Maddy, I'm fine, thank you though." Rory laughed, shaking her head.

"What can we do for you, then? Do you need help breaking a rib? Cause I can totally—"

"Oh hush it," she demanded. I rolled my eyes, "whatever."

She sighed, "I just got told I need to participate more in school if I want to get into Harvard."

"Oh," Maddy and I nodded simultaneously.

I'd already over thought the entire getting into collage process in 8th grade. Meaning I've secured every possible aspect.

Grades? I have a 4.5 GPA. Community involvement? I volunteer at multiple places, I clean up parks a few times a month, I attend school events much to my dismay, I donate blood, I do tutoring, every person I've tutored has gotten at least an A, I've helped out recycling programs, and I help out at local places weekly. Leadership skills? I've created a few programs and donation centers. Extracurricular activities? I'm apart of Chess Club, as I've said, tutoring, the National Honor Society, Key Club, and photography club. Sports? I did Volleyball and Theatre last year, I've done track for years, except they don't have it for my year at Chilton, but they give me a pass if I show up to some meets and encourage other students.

So, essentially, I've got it all covered.

"Yeah, unfortunately, that's partly mom's fault. The school's talked to me too about her." I said, sighing. Apparently she has to be more socially friendly.

"Maybe you should talk to her?" Maddy suggested? "I know there's a bunch of activities for parents to participate in. Some of them don't even need that much engagement.

"Yeah, you're probably right." Rory said.

"As always," I said, laying my head on my friends lap.

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"Sage—" I stopped walking, turning around. Mr. Medina sighed, "I'm sorry, I know it's still a little awkward between us, but I was talking with the other teachers," he explained.

"Yeah, and? I'm not failing. In fact, I haven't gotten anything under a 97% in the last two months. Did I do bad on something? I've been studying a lot more than usual, I—I don't know how that could happen—" I rambled, my brain working at an unnatural pace, train to figure out what I could've possibly done bad on.

My Physics test, perhaps? No, it couldn't be, I was up all night for two days straight studying for that.

Maybe Macroeconomics? No, I don't think so. I'm completely aceing Calculus, so probably not that. Chemistry is one of my best classes, so no. US history may be boring, but it's incredibly easy. Definitely not English. Environmental science is hard, yes, but I certainly couldn't fail it. My mind ran through every single class I have, but I really couldn't—

"No, no, not at all. You're doing absolutely fantastic, Sage. You're actually one of our top students." Max—Mr. Medina, smiled.

"Then why do you look concerned?" I asked.

He sighed, "do you have a moment?"

I checked the clock. I had fifteen minutes till my next class, which was across the hall. I nodded, "yeah."

"I'm just worried about you. Not your grades, you. You're taking three extra classes on top of your AP ones, you've been studying like crazy, I see you every day in the library, between classes, on your breaks, even at lunch. I just—" he paused.

"Obviously I care about you and Rory more than my regular student, but even coming from a teacher position, I'm very concerned." He said.

"You doing every single extra credit assignment in all of your classes, plus your normal work. That's an insane amount of effort to be putting in on school. I'm aware of how much you care about college, but you could do half of what your doing now and be guaranteed to get into an good school."

I felt my knee began to bounce, as my hands started to shake. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down.

He didn't get it. He didn't get it.

I don't want to get into a good school. I have to get into the best. I'm not doing too much work. Or studying too much. I'm

"I'm fine. Okay? I have everything handled. I'm getting a decent amount of sleep. Not a lot, but it's tolerable. I'm taking breaks when I can. I'm completely fine." I shrugged, readjusting my backpack.

"Sage, this isn't good for you."

I felt my eyes roll, my chest tightening. "I don't care," I said, earning a shocked look from him. "I don't care if this isn't good for me. I'll be fine. I'll be perfectly fine, actually when I'm sitting in a dorm in Harvard, or Yale, or whatever amazing school I get into, getting ready to graduate. When I'm there, I'll be fine. Now, please stop worrying me. Stop treating me like I'm anything but your student, and not the daughter of a girl you almost married."

He went to talk, but I stopped him. "I get that you care about me, and I appreciate that. I really do. But that's not your job."

"So please, just leave me alone."

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