❝ Just say the words and I'm yours.❞
Amelia West. She is fiery, hot and smart. Wanting to lay low but how can she? When her and her best friends get into their dream college UCLA, University of Los Angeles California, they are determined to make th...
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A M E L I A W E S T —
I THINK I'm officially starting to cripple under pressure. A month in, first semester, Wednesday afternoon and I already felt like going back to my apartment and crying my heart out. Why the fuck was school so hard? Especially the shit I was studying. It definetly wasn't the easiest degree. I've called my mom about ten times today in between my classes and she hasn't picked up once.
All I needed was her advice. Two words of motivation and encouragement and I would be fine for the next month but no. Never that when it came to my mother.
My anxiety is getting the best out of me right now and my ADHD issues had me doing everything else but focusing. I genuinely didn't understand shit about whatever this man was teaching and I also had so many assignments based on the shit I didn't understand. Anybody in my position right now would be stressing out.
I check my phone for the millionth time to check wether my mom has tried calling me back but there's still nothing. There's five minutes of this class left and my leg bounces up and down constantly and no matter how hard I try to make it stop, it doesn't.
The class finally ends and our professor dismisses us. I quickly shove everything into my bag and grab my phone before leaving the class. It feels like a breath of fresh air when I step out. I sigh in relief. As soon as I do, my phone rings and the caller ID identifies that its my mom. Fucking finally.
"Who the fuck do you think you are blowing up my phone like this Amelia? My fucking unhappy client?" I'm taken aback by the way she speaks to me but not surprised that I didn't even get a greeting, "Mom you haven't called in like three weeks, is it that bad that I just wanted to hear from you?"
"I'm at work. Your father and I are busy." She dismisses and I roll my eyes. Same fucking excuse all the time. "What do you need?"
This is nothing new, they were practically always gone so I was used to this. Those were the perks of having parents who owned one of the biggest businesses in the country. West Associations. I could never forget the presence of their business. I mean how could I? I heard about it anytime they decided to speak to me. My parents loved to talk business. It was basically all they knew and cared about. Money and our families public image. They were filthy fucking rich but struggled with the job of parenting the one child that they did have.
"I just felt overwhelmed and I really thought you would be able to help." I felt like breaking down in the moment but I fought back my tears. "Overwhelmed with what? Your struggles can't be nowhere near mine."
"I just feel so lost Mom. Maybe its just a bad day but my anxiety has just been getting worse lately. I don't know what I'm even doing here, I don't know if I'm doing the right things for my future and it is so hard trying to figure that out. I don't understand anything that comes along with it." I try to explain but she only laughs behind the phone immiediately breaking my heart.
