Ava Sinclair has it all. She has money, a huge mansion, and three rich friends. One thing she doesn't have is a good relationship with her dad. After a summer of depression, due to her mother's overdose on drugs which lead to her death, it is time f...
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The next day I don't even acknowledge my father or Candice in the kitchen. I'm tired of their bull shit. It's time I take matters into my own hands. I get in my car and drive to school and walk straight into the counselor's office.
I smack my hands on her desk and smile at her.
"Miss Sinclair," she looks up startled. I smile politely and sit down in one of the chairs. "What can I do for you?" She said closing her notebook.
"I'd like to know my options for college."
"Your options...well there are plenty of options. Ava, what are you interested in?" She asked me.
"Interested in?"
"What do you like to do?" She clarified. I stare at her for a minute.
"Dance." I conclude. She blinks.
"Dance. Okay, that's a great choice. How long have you been dancing?"
"Ever since I can remember," I said. She nodded and opened some drawers in her desk.
"Well, I have a few school that you can apply to. They all have great dance programs. There are also scholarship applications included." She said handing me a few packets of information.
"Thank you," I said. She nodded.
"You can turn the applications in to me when you complete them," she said as I stood up. I thanked her again and left her office.
The halls were bustling with students and I was looking through the packets when someone hit my shoulder and I got compacted on the wall. I stop and see a neon pink paper taped to the wall. I pull the paper down and examine it. It's a flier for Pricilla's party on Friday. This time it's not invite only.
"Hey," I look up and see Brandon in front of me.
"Hey," I say.
"I see you saw the fliers," he said motioning to the paper in my hand. I nod and we start walking down the hallway.
"At least it's not invite only," I say smiling. He smiled back.
"Yeah, are you going?" He asked.
"Don't think I have much of a choice," I say turning down the hallway.
"So, how's you and your dad?"
"Not so great considering he exchanged my college tuition for a car," I sat rolling my eyes.
"What are you gonna do?"
"Try and get a scholarship?" I shrug.
"Do you want to go to college?" I nod. "For dance?" I nod again.
"I went to the counselors and got some applications," I said,
