Imposter Syndrome

Invitation

It's no too uncommon for progenies and prodigies of prestigious families to get invited to Beacon Academy. Unlike the normal application to Beacon, occasionally, the headmaster Ozpin will send out invitations to potential candidates that he wants to add to Beacon. Though both normal and invited applicants have to participate in Beacons initiation to determine whether they stay or go, invitees do not necessarily need the proper transcripts to get in. Unfortunately for the masses, only the most prim and proper families get invited. The Schnees, for one, are such an example (though they typically send off their children to attend Atlas instead)

So, imagine my surprise when an invitation letter appeared on the front porch of my home in the sticks.
Immediately, I thought that perhaps the postman had delivered the letter to the wrong house. Similar instances have happened before. That poor, poor turkey...

I double checked the letter thrice before coming to the horrifying realization that it was, in fact, for me. The letter read:

Dear Coyote Gatsby,

For your attendance in Oxford University in Atlas, you have been picked out by the teachers of Beacon Academy to join us this coming school year.

Invitees must come to the reception office at Beacon Academy to confirm whether they will be joining by August 12th.

A deep frown settled on my face as I read the letter. Attending a prestigious school before combat school was also a part in choosing invitees. Students from Oxford in Atlas, Stanford and Harvard in Vale, and Notre Dame in Minstrel get invited all the time. Most people from non-combat schools are thrilled to get invited to Beacon. It's one of the most popular combat schools for huntsmen after all. But I had no dreams or wishes to become a huntsman. That was above me. An ambition of a child.

Folding up the letter, I walked over to the fireplace and threw it in. There was no need for it if I wasn't going.
Feeling proud of myself, I left to go do some more chores around the house. With mom and dad gone, living has been a bit tricky... Especially when a grimm strays a little too far from its pack. I had to rely on gardening tools to fend off grimm. Having no weapons is also a major reason why I refuse to go to Beacon.

Sighing to myself, I prepare for a long days work.
Let's see...The shed needs fixing, the hedge by the drive needs to be trimmed and uh...Oh yeah, I forgot, the fence needs to be painted again.

...

The next day, I was yet again surprised. ANOTHER letter had been sent to my door. This time, I quadruple checked that the address and name were mine. Yup, still addressed to Coyote Gatsby. Checking the contents, I realize that its the same exact letter. This confused me, why did I get sent another?

Ripping the letter into pieces, I threw it away into the trash. Again, there was no use for it. I wasn't attending so I shouldn't go.

...

This is getting ridiculous. It's been one day since the last letter and I have yet again, gotten a letter. Well, actually, that's wrong. They've gone and given me a whole pile. A STACK of letters. Sighing, I took the pile and placed it in the fireplace.

...

The next day, as I was dusting the furniture, I heard the doorbell ring. Putting the feather duster down, I walked over and opened the door.

And y'know what? I'm done with surprises.

The reason I say this is because when I opened the door, I was met with the old face of Ozpin, the headmaster of Beacon.

"Hello, Mr. Gatsby I assume? I am here to-"

I didn't let him finish and slammed the door into his face. Hell no. I am not dealing with this right now.

"Mr. Gatsby, please open the door."

Click

"Mr. Gatsby, please unlock the door."

Click

I heard Ozpins feet shuffle as well as an attempt to open the door. Try all he wants; he won't be able to get in. Little did he know, I modified my door a few days ago. The reason was because some idiot tried to break in and managed to lockpick my door. Fortunately, I was awake, dead tired, and pissed off.

"Mr. Gatsby, did you double lock your door?"

I froze, before responding, "Uhhh, no." Y'know, like a liar. I didn't have time to come up with any better excuse because suddenly the door was blown off of its hinges.

"What the hell!" I shouted at the man in green. "I just repainted that!"

Ozpin took a sip of his coffee before responding "Yes, I am well aware Mr. Gatsby."

"Then why bust my door down?" I asked him, incredulously, "There was literally no reason for that."

"On the contrary, Mr. Gatsby, this was completely justified. If I had not then you never would have opened the door." Ozpin said. "We never received a response to the letter we sent you. I thought it got lost in the mail, so I came here personally."

"What?"

"Yes, it's true. You've been accepted into Beacon for your contribution and attendance to Oxford University and Academy." Ozpin said, before taking another sip of his coffee. "Congratulations young man. Now, I know you have no formal training but I believe-"

"I'm sorry headmaster, but I decline your offer." I said, interrupting the headmaster. "I got your letter, I just didn't want to attend."

Ozpin blanched at this but soon gained his composure. "Are...Are you sure? You truly do not wish to go?"

I nodded my head, "Yes sir, it's just that this property was left to me to look after. I cannot just abandon this place, especially since my parents aren't here to take care of it."

"I see..." Ozpin nodded his head but then looked as if he had realized something important. "Mr. Gatsby, you are a young man, and as a young man you should enjoy life as such. Yes, I agree, the responsibility of taking care of this fine property should not be left to no one. But you should consider what you yourself want to do. Dreams don't have to be just dreams; you can become whoever you want to be. You don't have to be tethered to the ground anymore. Think on that will you?"

I paused for a moment. When I was a child, I did want to become a huntsman. A huntsman who could save people with no fear in his heart. But even so...

Sensing my apprehension, Ozpin smiled at me and said, "If it really bugs you then I can send out some staff to take care of the property once in a while. The only payment would be your attendance at Beacon."

"I-I'm still not sure headmaster Ozpin..." I muttered, disturbed that my static lifestyle at home would forever be changed. The house meant a lot to me. But I could finally realize my dreams...

"Yes, well, just send me a message or email me about your answer later, just give me an answer this time. I do apologize for putting you on the spot like that. Goodnight, Mr. Gatsby."

And with that, Ozpin left.