In Love With Jungkook [FF]

19

If I could have destroyed the painting I would have done it on the spot. Unfortunately, if I did so, I would be scolded in front of the whole class when Mr. White grades it. As much as I don't want to be a part of the LY campaign and help them out, as it would give me major credits for college and probably even a scholarship if  completed with flying colors. I could gladly use a scholarship for college as then I only have to pay for dwelling once I leave home for good.

I dropped my painting on Mr. White's desk and turned around to walk away just when Mr. White greeted me with a smile. Just my luck! I gave a small smile and tried to walk away clearly showing that I'm in a hurry. Unfortunately, his eyes landed on my drawing and I could see he's raising his eyebrows. Of course he would know whether I did my best or not after seeing my drawings for quite a sometime.

"Meghan, why don't we have a talk?" he asked, more like it was an order for me to turn around and listen to him. 

So I did force myself to turn around and he motioned me to sit in the chair across him and I knew something is wrong. I know Mr. White is not the best teacher when it comes to work and doing homework, but he's not that bad compared to some of the other teachers out there. without speaking I sat and waited for him talk. Few minutes passed but he just kept looking at the drawing without making a single noise. So I made the first move,

"Did I do something wrong sir?" he slightly shook his head and finally turned towards me.

"Meghan, I can clearly see that you've tried so hard to make mistakes but unfortunately for you, your painting is still the best amongst the others."

I almost slipped from the chair. God! And here I thought I could gate away from it. I don't believe in fate nor in destiny. But I do believe in karma and karma is indeed a bi*ch. I didn't utter a single word and tried my best to keep my face neutral and to stop my hands from trembling.

"Is everything ok at home?" I was taken back with his sudden question. But I gave him a nod and thought hard about why he suddenly asked a question like that which he never did.

"I will cut the chase." Sighing he added, "Meghan, your parents visited me last week and they want me to switch you to the business class. I talked with them and even showed how talented you are and that you're on the right path. But they insist me to change your major to business."

My parents never cared about my studies and they've never come for a parent-teaching meeting even. But now suddenly they're interested in my studies and wants to change my major? I could feel my face getting hot and even if he could see that I was angry, Mr. White perfectly hid his reaction and continued,

"Usually we don't change majors of students unless they're in the wrong path or they themselves want to change. But in your case, I want you to tell me what you want to do." He took out a paper from the drawer and gave it to my hand before adding, "this is the transfer form. But I want you to think hard whether you want to change or not and not filling it because your parents want to. You can leave now."

Without speaking a single word I gave a slight nod and walked away. My mind was in chaos. A small part of me felt glad that my parents actually knew where I go to study at all, but the major part of me was confused. My parents and I never had a perfect relationship. It wasn't even easy. Whenever we see each other it always ends up with a fight or with my mom shouting to the whole neighborhood about how I destroyed her, about which I have no idea even. Even as a small child I didn't enjoy many things nor I looked for many things. But drawing? That was one thing that helped me. It was one of the reasons that I could wake up in the morning. It was a part of my life that held tight whenever I felt insecure about everything else. Giving it up is no easy task. Business is not my thing at all. I'm not good at math even. After everything that happened with my life, I at least wished they wouldn't interfere with the thing that I felt most comfortable with. Unluckily, now they invaded my safe haven.

I was so engrossed in my thoughts that I didn't really care about where I was walking until I bumped into someone. I mumbled an apology without even bothering to look up. I tried to walk past, but he grabbed my hand and made me look up to him. Great! It was none other than Jungkook and his gang which included Elle for some reason. I glared at her and she sheepishly looked away mumbling an apology. I jerked my arm back and walked away knowing fully well that, I would end up shouting at someone to let my anger out. It is not the best time to have a joyful conversation with anyone including Elle. As much as Elle is my best-friend and I know she would do anything for me, right now I just want to be alone.

Elle must've sensed something was wrong, as in a second she was right next to me and put her hand around me before asking, "Meg, what's wrong?"

I just shook my head not wanting to shout or cry in front of so many people. She looked at me worriedly but I just told her that I want to be alone and left them. I walked all the way to home and when I was near my house I saw that my parents' vehicles were parked in front and there were two other vehicles I didn't recognize. Bracing myself I opened the door and my parents greeted me with big smiles. I was utterly taken back by the warm welcome that, I never received in my whole life.

"this is our daughter Meghan, who'll be under your care soon."

They introduced me to two foreigners with bright smiles. Rather than shaking my hand they both hugged me tightly, when they saw how confused I looked they introduced themselves as being best buddies of my parents and cousins, who I've never met in my life. Well, it's not like my parents bothered to introduced me to anyone or throw parties or at least dinners. It was all good until my dad spoke up,

"they'll be taking care of you when you go to the King's College next week for your business degree in St Louise."

I dropped dead on tracks and stared at him. Now they don't want to change my major but want to send me abroad. I was about to question both of them, but both of them glared at me and dared me to talk against them in front of their friends. I kept my mouth shut but excused myself as I had to take a wash. I walked up two stairs at a time, and locked my bedroom door behind. I was feeling all the emotions in the world and I couldn't comprehend whether I should be angry at my parents or just try to understand what the heck they want to do with my life. 

But one thing for sure was that I didn't want to stay another minute in the house. I had nowhere else to go and going to Elle's house is out. However, I didn't want to stay in the house even when I don't have any place to go, after-all with all the emptiness, this was my comfort zone and my parents invaded the only two of my comfort zones today. I stacked some clothes and my drawing utensils to my backpack and jumped out of the window. Thank god the jack tree is still there to help me to go down safely. Having landed safely, without even looking back, I ran.