As I drove away from Aria’s house, I couldn’t help but think about the way her face lit up when she got her acceptance to the final year. I had just made her life a little brighter, and that made me feel good. I wanted to protect her, and I wanted to see her happy.
Meanwhile, Aria walked into her home. The atmosphere inside was calm, with her mom asleep in her wheelchair, resting peacefully. Owen, her younger brother, was waiting for her at the table, and I could sense the excitement in his eyes as Aria rushed to tell him everything.
“Guess what, Owen!” Aria exclaimed, practically bouncing on her feet. “I got accepted to the final year of school!”
Owen’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Really? That’s amazing! Did the King help you? Is he changing my school too? I don’t like this current one, so I was wondering if he would change mine too as I'm about to enter college."
Aria smiled, her cheeks glowing with happiness. “Yes, he helped me! But I don’t know if he’ll change schools. He’s the King; he has a lot going on.”
Owen nodded eagerly, trying to process everything. “That’s still so cool! You’re going to school where the King calls the shots! What will Mom say?”
Aria glanced at their mother, who was still asleep. “She’s resting because of the medicine. We should wait until she wakes up to tell her the good news.”
“Good idea!” Owen replied. “Let her sleep. We can tell her later!"