Oh. My. Gods. - Weebly

he said, We can easily forgive a child who is afraid of the dark; the real
tragedy of life is when men are afraid of the light. “I would think you
two do that a lot.”
Sure, I used to be afraid of the dark, but who ever heard of someone
being afraid of the light? Maybe he’s being metaphorical. Light
must be a symbol for something else. How about success? That
would be like being afraid to win a race. It would be beyond sad if
someone was afraid of winning. I start scribbling down my answer.
I can practically feel her giving me the Mom look.
“You know what I mean.” Mom clears her throat before continuing.
Uh-oh. “This is all such a big change—for both of us. All of us.
It’s going to get even harder when you go away to college.”
I sit up straight in my chair, the hairs on the back of my neck
standing up.
“We think it might be better for you to stay on at the Academy
for another year. Maybe even attend college in the U.K. after graduation.
That will give you another year to adjust and—”
“What!”
I think my scream can be heard in Athens.
“Now calm down, after everything that’s—”
“Calm down? Are you crazy?” I jump up from my desk and start
pacing. “You’re trying to ruin my entire future and you want me to
calm down?”
“We are not trying to ruin your future.” She sits on my bed,
the picture of calm and collected. “You could really benefit from
another year of challenging academics.”
My pacing speeds up—if I had a rug I would probably burn a
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