The Fear Of Confidence

Jason's P.O.V.

The space in my room is slowly expanding, meanwhile the patience inside me is slowly running out. It still amazes me how my mother agreed to ship me to some commoners dwelling for half the year. I don't understand why I was the one selected in particular. For what? Because of my history over the past two years in high school?

Please...

So what if my GPA and my attendance records aren't what the school board wants to see? Tough shit. Numbers don't define me and my intelligence. Anyone could get good grades and perfect attendance, anyone. All it takes is effort, seriously.

Huh... I wonder why I never felt this way sooner, otherwise I wouldn't this position...

*knock, knock* "Jason? Are you ready?", I hear my mother calling me from my bedroom door. Great...

The butlers carry my luggage, along with the furniture in my bedroom, to the moving van parked outside. I look over to my mother while walking down the steps in front of my mansion, expecting to see her happy for not having to deal with me for half the year, but was surprised to see that she was far from a smile on her face. And because I was taller than she was, she walked in front of me and looked up, "Jason, I know you're still angry about doing this program, but please trust me, this will help you a lot", she sounds like she's about to burst into tears any second. I sigh and look away, "Mother, I'm not upset as I was before, and I still don't like- no.. I still hate the thought of going through with this... However.. I..."

I was unable to speak. Why? Do I even know what I want to say...?

I looked at my mother, a weak, soft smile slowly makes its way to her face. She probably knows what I meant to say. But what was it? Damnit... If only I knew...

She then gets on her tippy toes and gives me a kiss on my forehead. "You're going to be okay", she whispers while embracing me.

As I'm being driven away from my home, my mother, and all of the staff members, I sit back in the passengers seat and look out of the window. I've never experienced this feeling before. I'm not angry, and I'm sure as hell ain't happy.

Could it be... Fear?

No way... What purpose do I have being scared? I'm just going to some commoners high school, it's nothing. And if anything, those poor students should be respecting me for coming from a wealthy family. They should know that I can shut them down by my word, or by my fists.

I'll be fine... I'm sure.

Olivia's P.O.V.

"This is so exciting! Imagine- my daughter going to an elite private academy!", my mother broadcasting it to my family members over the phone.

Jeez...

I slowly space out in my train of thoughts while finishing my packing.

What's gonna happen? How will it be like, going to such a school like that? I hope I don't stick out like a sore thumb, I'd hate to get bullied again...

I sighed while zipping my backpack filled with clothes. My mother hangs up the phone and runs towards me, smothering me to death. "Oh, I'm so proud of you! I can't even imagine how amazing this experience is going to be for you!", she squeals.

"Amazing, huh...", I muttered under my breath.

She pulls away a little bit, enough to look at me with concern. "What's wrong, sweetie? Aren't you excited about this?". I look down, "Mom... What if the other students judge me...". She snorts, almost laughs. "And why would they do something so idiotic like that?". Taking control of my emotions, I pushed myself to speak, "Because... I'm poor... I'm a commoner in their eyes... How will I get by, being made fun of for half the year?".

I close my eyes, fighting the urge to cry, but a few tears fell when my mother lifted my chin and said this:

"Olivia, if anything, they should be respecting you for being selected out of the entire nation to attend an elite private academy. Think about it- the majority of the students didn't have to lift a finger to attend there. Being born with everything provided for you and covered for you, doesn't give the children many life experiences or any lessons to learn from. I'm not saying they're not wise, but I am saying that you are wiser for getting this far at such a young age, and at this rate, you'll go farther and farther in life, farther than you'll ever imagine..."

Because I drive, and not to mention I have a car, I throw my backpack in the backseat and I open the drivers seat. I take one last look at my house and at my mother, both of them I'll miss heavily. I wave to the both of them my 'goodbyes' and start the engine, driving away from my mothers presence as her figure slowly fades away in the distance.

This feeling I have, conquering my body from head to toe, is fear. I can't help but shake at the thought of stepping foot into that school by myself.

I slowly stopped the car in front of the red light at the intersection and began remembering what my mother had told me right before I walked over to my car. And somehow, my body was at ease.

"Remember Olivia, wealth doesn't define us"