"I won't do it, and you can't make me!". Those are the last words I remember after that fatal night. It was a cold, dark evening. I was home with mom, dad, and my brothers. I'm the only girl. We live in a small apartment. My three brothers share one room, while I have my own.
Dad always wants me to compete in Science fairs because he thinks I'll learn a lot more things. But I hate it! I'm more of a fashion designer-type of person. In fact, I have over 100 ideas.
I like my mom a lot. She always says, "Sweety, you can become whatever you desire. Remember, your life makes your happiness.". And because of that, I started my fashioning.
A few hours later, my dad asked me, "Are you not going to study for your next science fair?"
"I don't like it... I want to be a fash-", he suddenly cut me off with a burst of anger.
"How many times will I tell you?", he said.
"Dad, please, I love this. It makes me happy.", I said.
"Scientists make more money... and your future-" he said softly.
"I won’t do it, and you can’t make me!", I ran out the door.