What am I to do?

When my parents believe money is everything,
and I believe happiness is everything.

They come from a place, they know a place where money is what drives each and every soul, but I come from a place where money can destroy and corrupt.
If I can, I want to teach myself a way of life where money won’t be so important (like materialistic things and such)
I honestly just want to write and travel. I hope to make money off that to fund tickets to other places, but as long as I can just live and experience new things, I will be content with my life. Even if it means not being home for a large part of my life.
I want them to understand.
They think I can’t make it. They never had hope for me.
One day, they’ll see.

I’ll make sure my life will be happier than theirs.

I dreamed

of a summer in another place, far enough from home.
where I could make new friends and stay in a dorm and go out on weekends,
take a sociology class and earn credit for it.
My dad shot down my dream again. He always does.
He says the pre-college program is a waste of time and money.
I’m going to try my best and get into the Hugh N. Boyd Journalism Diversity Program in Monmouth county university…that way I can get away from home, finally, by myself.

I hate how he doesn’t understand, I hate the opportunities i’m missing. I hate how I wasted Mr. Champagne’s time, asking him to write me one of the best letters I have ever read in my entire life. I hate that i’m a child, on the verge of growing up.
Yet…the rush of all these emotions at once is incredibly enthralling.

Claire proceeds on putting up her memorabilia on her wall vertical to her bed.

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