The Igniters

Dylan

Dylan:

"Aren't you excited," mom askes as my dad starts the car.

"Not really. This is the third school we have looked at," My mom and dad exchange a look, and I know I'm not going like what comes next.

"Actually son, there's something you need to know," mom turns to me. "We actually won't be checking out any more schools."

I sigh, "Great! To be honest all of these schools don't have enough credentials for me." We have been trying schools all over the country, and nothing is right. "So why are we going on this trip?"

"Actually son, we have decided that you will attend the Academy of KNOW. It's a very prestigious academy. It will serve you and your expectations well." My father looks proud of himself. I feel disgusted.

"Wait a minute, so you went behind my back, and chose this academy I know nothing about."

My mother tries to defend my father. "Dylan, this is a great school, and I'm sure you will love it.

"You guys said I can choose any school I please this year, and yet you decide this for me. What's the point of making me believe that I have the power of choice if you were only going to snatch it away from me."

"Honey-"

"Don't." I plug in my earphones and let the music carry me away. How could they do this to me? I should be pissed at the fact that they took me away from my friends and my school, and moved me halfway across the country, or the fact that they enrolled me in this unknown academy. But no, I am pissed at the fact that once again, they gave me false hope. My parents are music executives for a big record label. They deal with many famous singers, and because of that, I have developed a passion for music. But when your parents are as busy as mine music seems to become your only companion, my only friend. My parents promised me this year that I could go to a music school. The funny thing is even though they work for a music company, they don't believe in chasing the dream of music. They always claim that they have seen too many people fail and not enough succeed. That has been their excuse for the last five years of my life. They always claim I should be grateful that they are saving me from emotional and financial distress. What's the point of being comfortable if I am never happy? I take a look at my parents. Anyone can see that I am their child. We have the same face. I have my mother's brown eyes and my father muscular face. The only difference between our faces is age. I but no matter how much we look alike, we will never be the same. They work for a music company, and yet they continue to belittle every idea and every hope I have for myself. They want me to follow in the footsteps of my brother and become a lawyer. But my heart follows the melodies regardless of where I go. I will not betray my dream for their "concerns". But right now, I have to deal with this new school. Apparently, it's the best of the best. I do some quick research to see what type of snobs I'll be dealing with this time. I have been researching for five minutes, and there is practically nothing at this school. Other then their creepy website, there's nothing. No reviews, no articles. If the school is as prestigious as it claims, then shouldn't there be some type of article on it. But whatever, even if I complain, I would still be forced to go. I turn my volume all the way up on my phone and allow the music to drown out any excess thoughts.