Stanley attempted to try and finish the math problem, but it had just seemed too impossible for him. He had been staring at the page for about half an hour, but nothing came.
“Hey bro, don’t bow a fuse yet. You’re only a Junior.” his sister said, walking in uninvited. Her blonde hair was braided back, which matched quite well with her yellow t-shirt and grey sweatpants. She apparently starts her days at about noon.
“Easy for you to say.” he complained. “You’ve already graduated.”
“Which means if I can do it, so can you.”
Stanley sighed and leaned back in his chair, wishing that he could be doing something that he actually wanted to do. Slowly, he reached for a comic book from a stack of them to the left side of his desk.
“What about work, Stan?!” his sister asked furiously.
“Listen,” he started. “Mom and Dad want me to be a doctor. A doctor.”
“I don’t see what’s so bad about that.” she said, shrugging her shoulders. “I’m set to go to law school in a year.”
“That’s the problem!” Stanley exclaimed. “Why do they get to tell us what we’ll be and when we’ll be it?” His sister looked over her shoulder, as if afraid that someone was watching.
“Stan, you just gotta move on.” she said, defeated. “I accepted it years ago. Why can’t you?” She sighed.
“Because it’s not right!”
“Well, what makes it wrong then?” said a stern voice at the door. Stanley’s father strolled in with his brown walking cane. He was wearing a blue suit with blue pants to match, tying it all together with his oversized ascot. His hair was a shade of grey while his eyes gave Stanley a piercing blue stare.
“I’ve told you my prob-”
“Quiet, ungrateful twit!” he interrupted. His voice was deep and commanding, with every sentence sounding as if a cannon was being fired. “I give you a path to a guaranteed success and you toss it aside like scrap paper.”
“You ever thought I don’t want your success?” Stanley complained. His father yanked his hair back to force them to meet eyes.
“You’re going to go to school, got it? You’re going to graduate school, you hear? You’re going to then go to school to be a doctor, following me? Then, you will live the rest of your life and have a child that you can do the same to. Do I make myself clear?”
“Painfully.” he whispered. His father let go and walked out, taking his sister with him.