The Tango of The Cursed | Mature

9°.| Pre-prep

Melanie Martinez- Detention
(Slowed & Reverb)

Colleen Beaumont

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What do you want to be when you grow up?

The study advisor had thrown a few questions at me yet that one led me to a brick wall.

I'd been thinking about that all morning till my head started to hurt.

In all honestly, I'd never thought of it before. Nobody had asked me that, but it wasn't like I gave anyone the opportunity to.

Back in Lajas, I spent majority of my time in the forest and inside our house. Didn't socialize much.

Either ways, since school hadn't been on my mind for ages, I rarely thought about having a future like that. I guess I didn't really think about the future in general.

I lived fully in the moment.

No dreams no ambition. Something I was now suddenly supposed to have.

I tapped my pen against the desk with my other hand supportively on my cheek in thought.

I had to dedicate into something, and in worst cases I'll just go back to Lajas and this little trip would be considered as a vacation, a switch of atmosphere.

Who am I kidding?- There is no way I'm going back like that.

I was starting to run out of time and with a simple conclusion I decided to do something animal related due to my admiration towards the creatures.

I'll be a veterinarian.

A knock sound signaled me to get up, and so I packed the laptop Thomas had offered me, and zipped up my tope bag heading out with a last touch to my hair by scrunching my curls a few times lightly.

Abigail was there to walk me down where we did a quick catch up on each others lives and once down the elevator, Sebastian was already waiting for me with a wide smile to his thin lips, one that I gladly returned .

I'd gotten familiar enough with the two of them. I'd even say that we were friends.

We were heading to the school that I'd officially be attending in about two weeks. Just had to finalize a few course picks and I'd be alright.

Easy-peasy.

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I'm gonna fail.

The ride back home was silent and while Sebastian had offered to walk me upstairs, saying that he was in need of a strong espresso, I tried to organise my mind separating all the useful information from the blabbering of the study advisor.

My face cringed as my hands reached for the material of my skirt, where I scrunched it in my fists absently.

6 years plus 3 weeks was how much I had to catch up.

Animal science, biology, biochemistry, zoology, business, English, phycology.

I barely remembered the names let alone their criterion.