Legacy of secrets

6

As we strolled through the hallway, the buzz of students filled the air. I felt a rush of happiness from the day's events, but just as quickly, that warmth faded when I looked at my phone screen. My heart dropped as I saw my father's name again.

"I'll catch up with you later," I said to Ethan, needing a moment alone.

"Sure," he replied, a hint of concern in his eyes as he watched me walk away.

I stepped outside, answering the call reluctantly. "Dad?"

"Blair," he began, his tone cold as usual. "I hope you're applying yourself."

"I am," I replied, keeping my voice steady despite the frustration bubbling inside me.

"I expect to hear about your progress soon. And remember, focus on your studies. You can't afford distractions."

"Of course, Dad," I said, feeling the familiar weight of his expectations pressing down on me.

"Good. Don't let me down," he finished, and the call ended abruptly.

I stood there, staring at the phone, disappointment washing over me. It was as if he only cared about my achievements, not about me. It had been so long since I felt his warmth or encouragement, and it stung.

With a sigh, I turned back to the building, feeling a bit lost. That's when I noticed Oliver walking down the hall, his smile brightening the space.

"Hey, Blair!" he called, waving. "What's up?"

"Just wrapping up a call with my dad," I said, forcing a smile.

He raised an eyebrow, concern flickering across his face. "Everything okay?"

"Yeah, just the usual. You know how it is."

"Want to grab a coffee or something? My room is nearby," he offered. "I can show you around."

"Sure, I'd like that," I replied, grateful for the distraction.

As we walked to his room, I felt a sense of ease settle over me. Oliver was easy to talk to, and he made me feel at home. Once inside his room, I noticed how neatly it was arranged, with a few personal touches that made it feel welcoming.

"Nice place," I commented, taking in the decor.

"Thanks! It's not much, but it's cozy," he replied.

While we chatted about classes and life at the academy, I felt the weight of my father's call slowly lifting. Oliver was fun and carefree, and it was refreshing to spend time with someone who didn't have the same expectations looming over them.

After a while, Oliver hesitated. "Hey, I know it's last minute, but there's a welcome party this weekend. You should come."

I paused, the thought of going to a party igniting a flicker of excitement. "I don't know..."

"It'll be fun! Plus, I can introduce you to more people. It'll be a good way to relax after all the stress of settling in," he urged.

"Maybe..." I said, but in my heart, I felt the weight of my father's expectations again. "I'll think about it."

Just then, my phone buzzed again. I glanced down to see another message from my father, and I felt my stomach drop.

"Hey, are you okay?" Oliver asked, noticing my change in expression.

"I'm fine," I lied, not wanting to bring him down. "Just... family stuff."

He looked concerned but didn't press further. "If you ever need to talk or just hang out, let me know." He reached for a piece of paper and scribbled his number down, handing it to me with a friendly smile.

"Thanks," I said, genuinely touched.

"Just remember, the party is Saturday at eight. I hope to see you there," he said, his enthusiasm infectious.

"I'll think about it," I promised, slipping his number into my pocket.

After saying goodbye, I walked back to my room, the heaviness of the day still lingering. But I felt a glimmer of hope. Oliver had been a bright spot, and the idea of going to the party began to take shape in my mind.

As I entered my room, I reflected on the possibility of a new beginning—perhaps I could find my own way, separate from my father's expectations.