Admission
Autumnal leaves had started to shed from trees, gliding through the air, as the currents from passing cars picked them up, scattering like confetti whilst the sunlight that peaked from the heavy clouds acted like spotlights to light the happenstance.
Such a beautiful scene, it was.
It really was.
But Mitchell's eyes seemed to look right through them. There yet not. Her sighs abundant.
Phylosophy's gaze, who's eyes are o the wheel, tended towards her for the nth time this journey. He opened his lips, wanting to say something, but no words came out.
His cousin has been like this for the whole trip and he was clueless about what to do. He let out his own heavy sigh and decided to ask.
"Are you nervous?"
Mitchell looked at him as if she was broken off of a trance.
She paused.
"Can't I?" she asked, after a beat
"No," he answered.
Inwardly, Phylosophy was happy, at the least, for the first time in this whole trip, Mitchell looked at him. he knew there was more to the problem.
"It's just that," he thought " you've been pouting since you received those admission letters."
Looking back to it, it was the start of it all, a few days before that, they were all eager to find out about the admission, but after a night, she started to get aloof.
"It's just…" her eyes wandered off again to the autumn trees o the side of the road.
He pouted.
"I know it's hard with Rose and Conri around," his parents can be insensitive sometimes, especially when people are sad, so maybe they're the problem? "but it's just the two of us here, can't you tell me too? "
She pouted
"Hm." she hummed, thinking. Phylosophy let her, but after a few seconds, she only answered unsurely. "I dunno, it's—"
"It's about the Admission letter, ain't it?" he decided to cut in.
"It's not about tha—" she tried to defend.
"Don't lie to me," he said firmly. Nothing's gonna come out of his soft questions.
"I swear!" her voice a bit exasperated.
"It's just tha—"
Phylozsophy did not wait for here to finish "Is it about the school?" he asked.
Mitchell looked at him, defeated. "Kinda."
Phylosophy looked at his little cousin, his tone softened once again.
"Care to explain?" he asked.
Mitchell sighed, opened her mouth, but did not speak.
"…"
She looked like she was unsure what to say. So Phylosophy once again asked.
"I thought you liked Skyline acad-insti?"
"I do," she answered
"You do?" he thought if she like it there… "Shouldn't you be particularly happy? Yet now, you're pouting." he looked at her questioningly. "You're not making sense here, you know."
She pursed her lips again.
"It's just, I just feel like I'm getting kicked off again," she said.
Phylosophy grew sad, after finally understanding her problem.
"You know we won't… it's not like—" he tried to console her.
She let out a dry laugh. "I know."
He hummed.
"It just feels like it," she explained.
"Mitch…"
"I'm off to somewhere unfamiliar again, somewhere that I have to build myself up all over again."
She recounted the time when her parents split up, with her not even being part of their plans. Her mother just took off, and his father, out of his grief, can't even keep himself alive, much less her.
Her eyes stung and began to wet themselves, as she reminisced.
"I just don't understand why our classes have to start earlier than yours."
"You don't have to feel alone or long. Our class starts next month." he tried to console her.
"…"
He tried once again, "Wait for us a bit? " he asked.
Mitchell looked at him and remembered how he and his parents took her in three years ago. She had never felt alone nor left all this time.
They made sure that she belonged.
Thinking back to it, she had never said thanks.
"Thank you, Phil." it isn't too late, is it?
Phylosophy looked at her, unsure why she would suddenly say thanks.
Maybe he made her cheer up?
He grinned, maybe that is so?
"Being a proper cousin deserves this much thanks?" he chuckled.
"Remember that I'm here, always." he reassured her. "and even with College, were gonna be there… Thim and me."
Mitchell, after pouting for half a month or so, finally smiled at him.
"Thank you, really," she repeated.
"So, wait for me?" he asked
"Okay."
"Okay!" he chuckled, then looked at his little cousin's smile. "Cheer up, ye?"
"Ye!"
The car fell into silence once more, but it was unlike the awkward and stuffy air that had permeated the last few hours that they have rode together.
"That makes me glad."
Phylosophy sighed, finally with peace of mind, he focused on the road that is in front of him.
