Kicked out of my own house.... Freedom!!!!
When I was little everything seemed so easy. You know, like when you didn't want to go somewhere, then you'll tell your mommy and she'll say " Why dear, don't you fell like playing with uncle Jacks son. Mack?" and I would just shake my head and say "no". Then she'll say " awww, its all alright, we can go to uncle Jack's anytime. So if you don't want to go there, then how about we go Mc Donalds."
"Ok! Yaaaaaaaaaaa!," and i would go hug her.
But now its not that easy I am Anala To Lou Laputa I know its a werid name but I love it, it different and well it seems somehow magical. I am 17 years old and currently in grade 12, going to Woodbridge Collage, I know its a collage and an high school.
The Problem is that my dad, he's very strick and he wants me to get 90s in everything and I do. But also wants me to be an Doctor. But the thing is that I love art and I am really good at it, in grade 9 i got 98%, grade 10 100%, grade 11 100% and right now I have 100% even though its almost the end pf the 2 semester. My Art teacher always says to me " Anala, dear, you have a wonderful talent in art. Don't waste you talent Ela" that's my nice name. So Iam stuck, like really stuck. I do not know what to do. So I went home to talk to my parents.
I rang the bell and waited for them to open the door. My mother opened the door for me.
" Hi, mom," I said as I started to take my shoes off.
"welcome home, dear," she said as she walked back to the kitchen and I followed her.
" mom, is dad home?" I asked as I was getting some thing to eat.
" there's nothing in there, that you will like, here I made you pasta" she said as she handed me the plate full of pasta. "your father's in his office," she answered.
"ok" I said as I put the plate full of plasta down and was about my was to my dad's office when she asked "Are you going to ask him about the art thing?"
"yeah" I said as I stared waliking toward my dad's office, from the corner fo my eye I saw my mother shake her head.
When I got there I took two deep breaths and then knocked on the door.
"come in, Ela," My dad said.
As I opened the door I saw a huge book on the table that said 'How Doctors Think'. I took another deep breath.
" have a seat, dear," MY dad said and just than in walked my mother to stand by the door.
oh great anyone else who would like to see me dead.
"How was your day at school, Ela?," Dad asked putting his pen down.
" it was okay," I said.
"well, uhmmm I was seeing which Medical University you should go to." he said looking at the computer screen.
"about that," I said.
"yes, go on." he said looking beck at me.
"I uhmmmm, wanted to carry on, after High school I mean, uhmmm. Carry on in the art industrie, that is , I finally finshed, looking at my dad nervously.
Silence
I waited for my dad to respond he finally yelled "What!" he got up from his seat and was about to.....
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