On Top of The World

Chapter Five: Getting Over My Fear Of College

..:::(Your Name)'s POV:::..

At birth, everyone is given a timer, counting down to a major life event but they aren't told what it is. For some it's collage.

If we're to say I was afraid of school, I'd defend myself and say no. The only reason is because I do love school. But, I'm afraid —no, terrified—of college. I don't know where this came from, honestly. If I love school so much, why can't I go to college, which is a school in itself?

I sit down with my father, telling him how I felt. He laughs, making me angry. This happens almost every time I pure my feelings out. And he wonders why I'm distant with my feelings sometimes..

"I used to be the same way! But, a few of my friends persuaded me to sign up, and I got in!" He smiles, and my eyes widen.

"Really?" I question the man because he never seemed like the school kind of man. I mean, I know he used to be a lawyer, but. . . "What stopped you?"

He chuckles, "Nothing 'stopped' me, per say, but I got distracted with your mother in the way. She was a truly beautiful lady, from her dyed hair, to her pointy flats. . . At least I that's the name of the shoes.." That's the most I've heard of my mother, especially with my father, who is most sensitive of the subject. Their love story is like a parody of Romeo and Juliet. So loving and kind, yet different they were. . .

Many say my father loved the beast, and it was more of Beauty and the Beast. But, in the end, there was no beautiful lady under that curse. Just and even darker lady, who's heart and soul is tainted and is blinded by revenge. She wanted a burning, passionate love story, not a man who's chest could collapse at any given moment, and is a cancer patient. It angers me to hear such crude gossip.

But I could never retaliate. I never knew my mother. She died; ran away; I'm not too sure. She was out of my life before I took my first breathe..

"Oh." Was all I could manage. Something snapped in me, and my eyebrows furrow. I hand him a newspaper, "I'm going to apply for collages that pay for me. I figure if I work there long enough I could get my second semester paid, since my first is already."

My father nods. "Very broad step. You won't regret it. . . Just balance your social, teacher relationships, and studies, alright? Not too much of one, and not too less."

I 'hmmph'. "Father, I will follow in your footsteps and go to college! . . . Now how about some ice cream to celebrate!" I declare, and he chuckles.

"I'll pay," we both insist at the same time. After thirty minutes, he let me pay, and I cheer.

"You weren't like that when you were younger," he mumbles, and I nudge him.

"Yeah, but I also didn't have much a job and or conscious when I was younger. . . Did I?" I ask no one in particular, being a smart arse.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever, butthead." He messes up my hair, smiling. Although I wish sometimes I knew my mother, I like the time I get with my father.

Even if he was a little crazy..

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Just a chapter filler! Don't hate, I hate to take this thing slow, and I promise you'll meet the others soon. . . In the next chapter or so. But really soon, I promise!