Samantha finally accepted to herself that she was really going to be going to the school her parents had chosen for her after a long quarrel and disagreement. Samantha had just turned eighteen last year. She had dark brown hair and light brown eyes, she looked like her mother. Samantha was part african since her mom was african and her dad Canadian. wanted to go with her best friend Joy to the princeton university but found herself in yale university, the university her parents fought so early to find a spot for her. Her father always told her since the day of his great grand father every family member always attend Yale and that he even found the love of his life in that university too. She didn't want to go a place where she would be known, she wanted to create an identity for herself but it didn't seem like it was going to be happening.

There was a knock on the door which brought her back to reality. Her mom poped her head in checking for her daughter.

'Samantha, honey you need to start packing for the university. You know you have just a week to be ready and you don't wanna forget anything'. Samantha just let out a lazy 'ok' and her mom entered her room and sat on her bed beside her.

'What's wrong dear'. Her mom said placing her hand on her lap.

Samantha looked at her mom in confusion, did she not know what was going on or was she trying to play the dumb game.

'I think you know why, don't act dumb'.

Her mom looked surprised. 'Samantha, your tone is mean and I don't like change that attitude now or you face your dad". This was it, she felt like she was tied down and just wanted to be free. Was that too much to ask?.

'Sorry'. Samantha said with no sign of remorse. Her mum didn't uther a word and just left.

Samantha fell beck on her bed and using the pillow to cover her face let out a shriek scream of frustration. What was she going to do she didn't know.

Samantha's pov*

I laid on my bed for a while thinking if I could rum away from this prison yard of a home. I soon felt a vibrion on my bed it was my phone. I scrambled to look for it and finally found it under the cover of some of my clothes, the collar Id read big brother and answered without hesitation.

'Big brother'. I said with a sad tone to my voice trying to sound pitiful. I'm sure my mother had already reported me to my brother. My brother was in his late twenties married last year with a month old son currently.

'Mom told me you were being ride to her, is this true'.

'Ethan, you know i don't want to go to Yale but they're forcing me to'. I said trying to avoid the question.

'Samantha do you know what your parents do you make sure you have the best life. Please don't make it hard. They just want what's best for you and when you are done with your studies you can do as you please'. He said. I sighed in defeat.

'Ok Ethan.'

'Love you Samantha, now you be good and obey your parents'.

'Love you too. Goodbye'. 'Goodbye'. He said and ended the call. Well that was unfruitful. It's for the best I hope.