i'll write for you

Chapter III

(Isaacs POV)

My father will kill me.
Writing is the only thing I'm good at. Except, I'm not the only one who's good at it, now.
He always told me, I'm wasting my time with writing. That I should've used the time I've spent working on my book to study. He wants me to become a doctor. I don't want to be one. I've never wanted to become a doctor.
I don't know what I want. I want to make my father happy, but sacrificing my own passion for the sake of becoming someone worthy of their father's validation...It's not how it should be.
I've promised him, I'll get my book published until i'm 19...This competition is my only chance.
I knock at the door of his office, hoping someone else would stop me and say he's not there. But his dull voice called for further discussion. I open the door, holding my laptop in my right hand. My voice trembles as I say the news.
"Did you win?", he interrupts me.
"Well, actually...I'm competing with this girl from London...So, either one of us will get their book published."
He doesn't say anything at all. His face is buried under books and computer screens and hidden behind a desk lamp.
"I'm going to the summer camp, though. They want us to write another book while we're there." I say, trying to figure out what he thinks.
"You better win. Or you'll waste your entire summer, when you could be studying medicine."
I feel a part of my heart sinking into nothingness. I want to shout, to tell him that I don't want to become a doctor, nor do I want to study medicine.
I leave his office and go pack my suitcase. The house is of a bland emptiness, that smears my mind with uneasy thoughts. The image of me winning, the smile spread on my fathers expression and the vision of me holding my book for the first time wipes those thoughts away.
For now.