Outcast ✔️

Chapter 5

"Come on, Storm, pay attention," my mom said as she directed at the speaker in front of me, giving a presentation about the school.

We were currently in New York at Columbia University, taking part in the school's open house. My parents constantly took me to open houses in the hopes of finding the perfect college for me. So far, just over the summer, I had visited 5 universities and 3 being Ivy League schools,

They both had gone to Columbia, and they really wanted me to like the school and don't get me wrong, I loved the campus, and the program they offer is great to become a doctor like my parents. Not to mentioned it was in New York City. I loved New York. It was such a beautiful city, and going to school here would be a dream come true.

But my dream college has been since I was young was Princeton University. I knew Princeton was a prestigious school which as well as impossible to get in. Yet, I loved everything about it. They offered a wonderful program in writing, and the campus of the school was just breathtaking.

It was my dream school.

I never mentioned Princeton to my parents or even perusing my dream of becoming a writer since I knew they would not support the decision. I knew they wouldn't mind me attending Princeton but, of course, to get a degree in medicine.

"If you have any questions, please be free to ask," the speaker said as she was concluding her presentation.

I looked over at my parents and shook my head, and told them I had nothing. Several people asked a few questions before we finally were able to leave.

I walked alongside my parents as they talked about how beautiful NYC.

I, too, loved it here.

I was away from home for 2 days, but these 2 days were the break I get to enjoy before I am thrown back to the life I hated.

My parents and I were actually having a good time, and for the first time in a long time, I smiled. I smiled because I was truly happy to spend this time with them.

But just like everything else, the trip came to an end, and I was back at school with a frown plastered onto my face.

I walked down the halls and came across the body slams, the tripping, and all the things that came with being an outcast.

Sarah came to my help when she saw me struggling to pick the books up from the ground. I smiled at her, grateful that she was different from everyone else in this school.

"So I have something to ask you?" she said as we put all my books away in my locker. I nodded my head, gesturing to her to continue. "My old school is throwing a huge party and some of my friends invited, and I was wondering if you wanted to go?" She asked.

"Sorry, I am working," I told her too fast with an excuse that came to me naturally. Her face fell, and I knew she was disappointed, and I felt bad, but what can I do?

"Please. It's just for one night you'll be with me the whole time," she said, trying to convince me to agree.

"I can't, Sarah," I told her closing my locker. "Please just this once, and I'll never ask again," she said, still not backing down easily.

I thought about it for a second. Having her leave me alone and trying to drag me to places will actually be a good thing for me. And if I had to go to one to make her stop, then maybe I should agree.

"Promise this is the last time you'll ask?"

"Promise,"

"Ok fine. I'll go with you,"