dakota nevarez : d6 : cb2

Mother is a doctor. Father is a doctor. I can not be a doctor.

There is so much pressure. Why do you have to be dumb, Dakota? Why can't you be a smart doctor like your mother or father? Why are you the family disappointment?

Maybe I was adopted. I don't look like my parents, with my curly black hair. They've both got the reddest hair I've seen. That would also explain my lack of smarts. I can't think anything through. I barely even pass my classes. Least I've got enough smarts to cheat off my classmates.

People are fun when they don't bug me about not being like my parents. It's exhausting, I wish they'd stop. I guess if I'm never smart now, I never will be. I'll never be the top of my class or work on groundbreaking medicines or even keep a plant alive. I'm not cut out for that.

My parents are, but I am not my parents. I wish people could see it. I am my own person, and not a by-product of the people who made me. I know that my parents aren't happy with me, though. They wanted me to be some big genius, and since they can't have no more kids, they're stuck with me.

No matter how many special lessons I get, I can't never catch up. I can barely even read. The words get all jumbled and I find myself feeling more frustrated than educated. So much I want to change in my life, but I can't. Maybe I won't ever be able to.


Dakota Nevarez
12
female
district 6


codeword: odair
faceclaim: lilla crawford