risky move

Chapter Two

I keep tossing and turning, tomorrow I would be attending my dream school only to be tortured. I've always hated law and my father knows that better than anyone else. He could always see how out of touch I was when it came to the family buisness, but he never acknowledged it. I could never tell my father no then again,  he and I knew was his only hope.

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It's 6 am and I only got two hours of sleep last night I couldn't stop thinking about NYU and how spectacular everything must be. This is probably the first time in months that my anxiety is really hitting. I literally am having a nervous breakdown in my room just because, I have no idea what to wear. I haven't actually gone to a public school like this since I was ten years old my parents always thought sending me to an all girls private school would be best and keep me from distractions.

When I was younger, I would always be bullied not only by my peers from school but, also by my parents. Kids believed I was a spoiled brat because of my parents wealth so they would tease me and say very hurtful things about the way I was raised with money. When it came to my parents it was always pressure to be the very best, I was never allowed to go out with friends, because I had to come straight home and study MY extracurricular as piano lessons and language 101 with a home professor.

I am pulled out of my thoughts when I hear a knock at the door, "You may come in" I say as pull a cardigan on.

"Ms. Holland, where would you like to eat breakfast this morning?" Marvin asks me as if it's the most important question in the world, I giggle at his serious secret service tone.

"In my room would be fine Marvin" Ever since Marvin was hired to tend to my every need, my parents kinda lost their way of communication with me. They never knew what my hobbies were not that I had many, but still even when I was sick they never came to see me. Only causing my anxiety to get worse as a child because, of the lack of communication between my parents and I making them seem like total strangers.

I finish my breakfast, but I soon regret it for, I feel like I could throw it all up at any moment. The drive in the car is even my nerve racking as we pass street after street only getting closer and closer to the school. It doesn't feel like I got the news of me getting into NYU only a month ago; it feels like I just got the news last night.

"Ms. Holland we have arrived."

"Oh, uh, yes, thank you. " I say in the small voice as I get out of the car.

"I will be back by four, have a great day Ms. Holland" I check the time and its only twelve. I head towards the main office to pick up my class schedule. I eventually get in the hallway leading me to the main office and I see that there's are long line taking up most of the library section of the school. Ugh, It will take hour's to get even close to the front of the line but, I have no choice, so I quickly make my way into the line.

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Finally, it's been two freaking hours, and I really have to use the bathroom. At least I'm finally next in line because, if I had to wait any longer I would have exploded.

"Hello, how may I help you today?" says the woman that looks only a few years older than me, the tag on her shirt tells me her name is Jane.

"Ah yes, I'm here to pick up my class schedule." I say

"Name please"

"My name is Cynthia Holland."

"According to this, you haven't chosen your major if you'd like I can put it in for you right now" Jane says with a generous smile

Before, I even know what I am saying the words "Theatre and Visual Arts Drama" come tumbling out.

What did I just say? Before, I correct myself, I start to think that this might be my one and only chance of actually majoring in something I'm passionate about, I could finally study drama but, is it worth letting down my father? When has he ever even made an effort to try and get to know you? My subconscious questions and she's right he has never cared for a single thing i've enjoyed unless it was something he enjoyed. I am an adult now and I should have the right to make my own decisions no matter the consequences. This is a risk, but it's my risk, a decision I made for myself No one else.

I am pulled out of my thoughts when Jane hands me my class schedule.

I have a good 45 minutes to self myself so I decide to go to a small coffee shop on campus, to read all of my papers. It still hasn't quite hit me that Theatrical preforming arts is my major. I grab a cotton candy frappe and I go find Marvin feeling like a new person.

My fear isn't getting caught, its disappointing the people who catch me.

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