"No, you're the ones who don't understand!" I scream back at my parents while desperately trying to keep tears from falling. They can't see me cry. Crying in front of them is showing that I am weak. They can't think of me as weak, they can't.
I run to my room, which is my only refuge in times like these. I slam the door and throw myself on the bed. That's when I allow the tears to finally start falling. I don't think they will ever stop. They just keep on flowing, a telltale sign of the sadness I feel inside me.
I just had another argument with my parents. They're both lawyers and they both expect me to become one too. Even if I can't find it in me to become one. I have other dreams, other aspirations, other things I want to become. Becoming a writer is one of those things. I love writing, it takes me a happy place that only I know about. It makes me feel free, I could be anything I want to be; be it a cop, a villain, a victor, a hero. I could make my dreams come true when I write. Also, I have always dreamed of becoming an actress, ever since I was 10 years old. Like writing, acting takes me somewhere else. It allows me become someone else, is allows me to escape the reality that I am living in, and this is what makes it beautiful, why I love it.
My name is Sera Roberts, 16 years old, fresh from high school. The argument my parents and I just had (again) was about the course I am going to take in college. I want to get into Juilliard and take up acting, while making writing as my side line. But alas, my parents have other plans for me. They want me to go to Yale university and (as expected) take up law and (obviously) become a lawyer.
What part of " I don't want to become a lawyer" do they not get? Other than being completely frustrating and heartbreaking, they are both getting very annoying. Don't get me wrong, I love my mom and dad, but sometimes ( or most of the time) they forget that I am no longer a helpless little girl. I am 16 and I can make decisions for myself, especially when it comes to my future.
I keep on trying to get them to understand. I keep trying to make them see, but it always ends in petty arguments. I won't stop though. I have already sent my application to Juilliard, all I'm waiting for is a response. I've also applied to Yale already (under my parents' order, of course), and I got accepted. My mom and dad were very happy, but then I had to tell them that I don't want to go to Yale. (This was what started our argument earlier). I'll keep waiting for Juilliard and in the mean time, I'll just have to go through life one day at a time.
