The sun shines through my curtains as I realize that it is Monday morning and I have to get up for school. I feel as though Spring Break went by fast. Spending the days with my mom and younger sister, Denise in Hawaii made the week go by fast. To be honest going back to school would be better for me to finally get away from my mom she has this thing about me going to the same college as my dad. My dad died when I was thirteen years old and now my mom wants me to follow in his footsteps into a soccer career at Seattle University. I'm a senior now at Roosevelt High with a 3.8 GPA and can be accepted to any college possible.

I got up, got dressed and went down stairs. On my way down I notice Denise still in the bathroom doing her hair and make-up, "Denise, hurry up in there." I yell through the door, but get no answer, "If you don't move it I'm leaving without you and mom can't drive you today." Denise and I go to the same school, but she's a sophomore.

The door pops open and a vast amount of fumes come rushing out of the bathroom, "Alright, I'm done." She says walking past me with a face full of make-up and her blonde hair down to her shoulders in curls. The best part of our house is the fact that we have enough bathrooms for the three of us to use.

Before my dad died he was a business man and my mom is a realtor. Due to those two qualities we live the life of the riches. I live in View Ridge, a neighborhood of really nice houses. The lot size of my house is less than a half acre. My mom and sister's favorite feature of the house is the walk-in closets, but mine is the patio deck on the roof where I can see the lake and trees very clearly, plus it gets me away from the stress of school.

We both walked down to the kitchen where our mother is drinking coffee and reading the newspaper as usual. "Teresa, can you put my coffee in my thermo?" My mom said without even looking up.

"Yes ma'am." Teresa is our maid she's been with our family for years. When she started working here she was in her early thirties now she's in her late forties and still serving us. She's always been there for me and Denise especially when my dad died and mom went into her depression phase. "Here you go Josh." Teresa makes the best pancakes through the years they never seem to taste any different, "Do you need anything else?"

I shook my head releasing a slight smile, "No, thank you Teresa."

Mom finally put her newspaper down to but then takes her phone out, "So back to school which means back to work and get serious. No more goofing off okay?" I nod my head without saying a word she usually never notices when I either don't want to talk about something or that I'm not actually paying much attention. "By the way have you gotten any letters from SU?"

"No not yet." I feel bad for lying to my mom but I couldn't stand another speech about how my dad had an amazing time doing soccer there. The truth was I received about ten acceptance letter from all over the nation from Berkeley to Yale and Harvard. None of it matters because I'm going to Seattle University anyways. "The mails probably late and if we don't go we're going to be late too." I look at Denise who understand what I'm trying to do and that is leave before anymore questions could come up.

I pick up my keys from the hanger. I feel a nudge on my shoulder, "When are you going to tell her?" She whispers.

I open the door to walk out onto the front porch, "Tell her what?"

She scoffs and rolls her eyes, "Oh don't play dumb that may work with mom but not me." I shrug my shoulders in confusion, "You know you don't want to go to dad's college you want to be different than him." It's not that I don't want to go to dad's college it's just that I have had my doubts on whether or not it's what I truly want to do, but I can't tell anyone that.

"Just get in the car."