"Stop running away from every opportunity that shows its face!"
Mia gives an exasperated look, working her fingers over her hair.
"You don't understand." I flip another page of the magazine, scanning the colorful lipstick. "I don't want Harvard. I want Yale. I want to go through with my life as I want."
Pshhhh
Mia sets down her curling iron, casting a dark look through her mirror towards me.
"Harvard is a great place to go. Many people would die to be in your shoes! Understand that before you go and waste your life away as a starving artist!"
I rolled my eyes.
"I believe my art has talent. I'd be more then just an average artist. I don't want to be a doctor. Its not me."
"Mom was a doctor,dad was a surgeon, Uncle Tim was a dentist, Aunt Carol was a Nurse, Great grandma was a-"
I wave my hand.
"I don't care what they were. I want to be an artist." I grip the glossy pages, small rips striking the corner pages. "You wouldn't understand."
"Like hell I don't."
