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CHAPTER ONE THE GIRL EVERYBODY KNOWS “don't hold your breath”
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CHLOE FROWNED DOWN AT HER NOTES, one hand scratching at the side of her chin as she wondered if she was meant to be taking notes or not. It sure looked like it. Everyone else in her AP Business class seemed to be scrawling down on their sheets of paper like their lives depended on it. Yet, here she was, staring off into the gray-ish white of the paper like she could fall into it and disappear off the face of the earth.
God, she found AP Business boring.
Her parents had made her take it, but it wasn’t like they were expecting her to get anything out of it. It was only for college credit. Her dad already told her the plan for her life, her boring, exhausting life. She’d go to college — an ivy if her dad got his way — and she’d get a nice career, but it would be a middle position, one that had wriggle room for maternity leave. She’d meet a man — a rich one if her mom got her way — and she’d have his kids.
It had never explicitly said that this was what her parents wanted for her, merely hinted at. Her dad would say, ‘I’ve got a friend on the admissions board at Columbia’, and her mom would smile and look pointedly over at Chloe as she ate her breakfast. Chloe wouldn’t look up to meet her gaze because she knew that would make her start the conversation of how there were ‘tons of lovely men with strong connections’ who go there. The whole thing made her sick to her stomach, the idea that her future wasn’t really a future at all.
