Friday evening, Charlotte's parents arrived from the airport. Charlotte had prepared what she was going to say to her parents, and she ran it over and over in her mind before she took a deep breath and walked downstairs.
"Charlotte, what are you wearing?' Her mother looked at her in disgust. She ignored her mother's comment. Charlotte was wearing gray sweatpants and a green hoodie. She was tired of making her parents happy at the expense of her own misery.
"Mother, get Father over here. I want to talk to you both."
Her mother looked at Charlotte questioningly, but did as her daughter asked.
Once her parents were assembled on the fluffy couch with their tea and scones, Charlotte decided to begin. She paced back and forth across the floor.
"Mother, Father, I'm just going to say the truth, because the truth is always best." She stopped walking for a second, looking both of her parents in the eyes. "I don't want to go to Yale."
They both gasped.
"And I really, really, don't want to be a doctor."
They gasped again.
"Charlotte, this is absolutely ridiculous. Doctors are the most well paid people out there, besides lawyers, of course. You'll learn to love it," her father said.
"I don't want to learn to love it, Father. I just want to go to music school. Is that too much to ask? I want to be a musician, a composer. This is my dream."
"Being a musician?" Her mother asked incredulously. "You'll make no money. You'll end up living on the streets. You'll never make it!"
"Mother, can you please, for once in my life, let me do what I want? You both have been pressuring me for years about college, your reputation, a career, but you guys don't see what's right in front of you, do you?" Charlotte yelled. "You don't see a girl who has been rejected by her parents! A girl who has been raised by her nanny! A girl who asks for just two simple thing from her parents, acceptance and love." Charlotte ran out the door, tears streaming down her face. She called Thomas.
"Hey, how did it go?"
"Horribly," she said between sobs, "Can I please come to your place? I don't want to be at home right now."
"Yeah, I'll give you the address."
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Hatred With A Burning Passion (Completed)
Teen FictionCharlotte Wilder had lived in Westchester, Virginia, a rich suburban neighborhood, her whole life. Although senior year was supposed to be the year of preparing for college, Charlotte had been preparing for college since the day she was born. Coming...
