Ski Jumping Imagines II✓

Domen Prevc

Pairing: /
Warnings: gif creds go to its original owner
Word count: 638

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There... Her mission's accomplished. Bravo! Congrats! Take a bow, boys! Just like they said in some book I read a long time ago, whose name I don't remember. I'm terribly sorry, but I just can't find the words nicer than this - she's a bitch, nothing else. Rummaging through my stuff, slandering me behind my back, it's best if I stop the list right here and now.

So what if I spend whole days in my room! So what? Okay, it's true that I wanna be successful and have a good career built on a solid foundation, but... I'm just a homebody. Is there anything wrong with that? Is it wrong that I sit in my room, listening to music on full volume? I have my headphones on for fuck's sake, always minding my own business. I swear on the holy lord that I've never done any harm to anyone at all! Okay, this doesn't make any sense but still! They don't even know what I really want.

"Have you already come up with an idea for what you want as your birthday gift?"

That was the question. I swear to fuck that I haven't and I can also say that I never fucking will! I've said over a thousand times that things I want can't be bought with money, for fuck's sake! It would be nice if that was possible, but that's just how it is...

I have to say though, one of them is definitely me being able to leave this joint. I would pack my bags and get my ass the fuck away from here the same second I found out that was possible! The same fucking second!

And then again, "You'll love to come back when you see there's no place as beautiful as home."

No, no, of course there isn't, not at all! Then why the fuck are so many people leaving this godforsaken country? Why, for fuck's sake?

No, I know it won't be easy, I know that I'll have to give up a lot of stuff, but why can't I just do the things that make me happy? I know that I keep hiding, but I have my reasons.

Would anyone from this impossible family actually support me if I told them I love writing, I wanna succeed in music, wanna learn twenty languages? I don't think so.

"Why don't you try science instead?"

"You've always talked about how much of a joy chemistry is to you."

Of course it's a joy when I barely passed that test. Of course, that's it, yeah! They don't even know me! If I asked them, for example, what are three things that I love doing the most? What would the answer be, huh??? I better not even think about it.

"Children, what will even happen to you? What will you even do if not work? You'll have to work really hard and then you'll remember what we've been saying to you all this time!"

Of course we will, with terrible incurable traumas, I'd love to spit into their faces. And if I did, what would happen? Would it affect them in any way? Probably not.

"You're always on your phone, you're no good!"

"Your grades have dropped, we'll have to shut down the wi-fi again."

Has anyone ever asked themselves what I actually do on my phone??? Has anyone ever thought that most of the time, I just write, seek material for my books, translate, edit, read or listen to some songs? Of course not! Of course our child isn't like that! The youth these days is no good! And so on... Waste of words, really...

When will they figure out that we're not in the Middle Ages anymore, or worse, in the Stone Age??? I'd say it'll take them a loooooong time... If ever...