Author's Note: I'm really sorry. I haven't posted anything in FOREVER. I've been super busy with school and band and stuff, and I volunteer with little kids, too, so I really haven't had to much FanFic time lately. Then again, I've also been having writer's block and it sucks. This is a little oneshot I've written by inspiration of my parents, talking to my brother about college and what he wants to do with his life… trust me, it'll make more sense when you read it.
iHate The Lies
BAM! BAM! "Sam let me in… NOW! I'm not leaving, so you'd better come here right now!" I heard Carly's voice from the other side of my front door.
For the past couple months, Freddie and Carly have really been on a college app kick. Everywhere I go, it's "let's check out Dartmouth" or "Virginia Tech looks cool" or "Maybe Penn State!"
At first, it was easy to ignore. I'd just say "mmmm…. not now" or make up some other excuse. But it's the summer before senior year and time is running out. Freddo and Carls are coming to my door every day, knocking so much they're chipping the paint off it.
They don't know that I already checked out pretty much every Carly-accepted college and that I can't make it. It's not the grades; they've been pretty acceptable since sophomore year. My mom can't afford college. It's just not happening.
I just don't want to ruin it all for Carly and Freddie. The whole Disney experience where all your dreams come true and you never face hardship.
I hate Disney for that. They go telling little girls that even the poorest girl can become a princess and that everyone has a handsome prince.
Well, it's all lies. Sometimes, the poor little girl stays poor, and the alcoholic mother doesn't see the error in her ways. Sometimes, your best friend doesn't know you're in love with them and they don't see through your shallow lies. Sometimes, it's not easy, and sometimes, it only gets harder.
Parents and teachers go telling their children that they can do whatever they want. "Follow your dreams!" "Don't give up!" "You can do it!"
Then, when your seventeen, they start telling you that you need to do something practical and that Harvard just isn't gonna work out.
But I won't ruin Carly and Freddie's fairy tales.
BAM! BAM! BAM! "Answer the door, Puckett! I need to talk to you! Carly just got some applications from Syracuse!" Freddie's voice calls through the same door the next day.
"No way, Benson."
Author's Note: Okay! There we are, an angsty story. Hope you like it.