Oxymoron

//pro-prologue//

UNEDITED
nearly SIXTY NINE YEARS AGO

"...And I feel like I'm totally being, like, asphyxiated. Metaphorically, of course. My bronchi are fine, by the way." Ugh, leather is really not my thing, I thought with slight disgust crawling up my spine. Currently, I was reclining in a therapist's chair. The black and leather. Bookcase behind her chair, fire extinguisher behind mine; the whole shindig.

Margaret, my loyal and humble therapist was sitting facing me, pen quivering in her right hand and at me in horror. I, on the other hand, was staring up at the ceiling, hands on tummy and "venting" about my thirteen year old probs. Oh yes, my life was incredibly hard as a young adolescent. Timmy from sixth grade was heartbroken by yours truly and was harassing me with his undeniable love. My teachers think I'm an anomaly because I've asked for extension work multiple times (because seventh grade is easy and can suck it) and alas, my over paternal daddy has misunderstood me once again (he was worried for absolutely nothing and put me here).

So now, here I am. Scaring the crap out of my redundant therapist (Marge, I grew to love you) really did have its hidden perks.

"You..are you sure you're thirteen?" Marge's eyes were bulging with curiosity as she leaned in a little closer. A small grin play on my lips as I shut my eyes and sank my shoulders into the uncomfortable black leather chair.

"Things are not as they seem, dear Marge. But, just for the record, I am. Or at least, that's what mom told me." My smile got bigger and I could sense her's too.

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ONE YEAR AGO

"Oh. My. God! Attie! Loooook!"That's mom squealing from downstairs. Golly, I wonder what has delighted her so much that she has the urge to let out a high pitch shrill at 12:35 am.Going along with my teenager-y instincts, I roll my eyes and plonked my pajama bottom clad torso on my oh-so fab twin bed from Pottery Barn.

If it weren't for my comfy bed and slight 18 year old insomnia,I would be armed and ready for my vivacious and as of tonight, Grace Jones-y mother slamming my poor white wood door open and raising hell.

"Atts, guesswhatguesswhatguesswhat!" My short, plump mom was doing the body roll in my room with a stark white letter in her hand. I swear, my goddamn door was practically in shambles; I can see it now. Leaning up with my hands cupped around my chin, I tried to look as excited as her. Shit, it was hard.

"What's up, mommy?" I asked sweetly, chuckles escaping from my lips. Hey, I was being genuine, but I felt like the ear to ear smile she displayed was going to tear her face apart. So yeah, there was a little worry in my voice too.

"You know what, I seriously can't."

"Can't what, ma?"

She was on the brink of death, or at least that's what it looked like.

"I. Can't. Even!(insane, uncontrollable laugh)" Shock and horror was splash on my face and glee was all over her's. I sighed and prayed for my atheist mother.

"Just open this. C'mon, do it." I was thrown that letter I mentioned earlier (remember the body roll? Uh huh). I stared at it, kinda bored by it. It was stark white, flawless and right in front of me. No need for explanation, sweetie. Athene knows exactly what this is.

"Alrighty then, ready for re-jec-tion ma?"I sure as hell was. I was like, laughing and crying internally. I felt pretty much like a fucking maniac. Mom shook her head, doing yoga fire breaths or whatever. Here goes absolutely everything.

Before I knew what the hell was actually occurring, the thing was open and the first sentence started with:

"Congratulations!"

Like it was the lottery or something. Wait...everyone do the 360. Stop wait a minute, you better fill my cup and put some liquor in it. Oh. My. God.

Harvard Law School is accepting me. Harvard. Law. Is accepting me. Sweet Mother Mary, this was it. Everything, my entire future, here.

I looked up with a crazy look in my eyes. Mom was gone.

Move over, Donald Trump. 'Merica's being run by the new girl in town.

I thought as I hugged the piece of paper like a stuffed animal, utter joy electrifying my every nerve, ligament and tendon.

A/N

HIIIII. I'm Bianca, and this is my new account. I've written on wattpad before, but I decided to start fresh and be lowkey perf asf. I hope ya love it!

PS: This was intended to be short and rushed.
After all, it is just the prologue ;)