Secrets.

Academic Pressure.
Something really hard for me to talk about.
And yet, here I am again, writing for anyone who dares to take a look.
My brother is smart. Really smart. That makes it even worse.
My parents, more than 5000 miles apart, seem to be able to agree on one thing when they're not trying to murder each other through the phone.
Good grades.
My classmates think I have it easy, think that I, don't even try.
They have no clue, what I deal with.
Anything under 80% is a fail in my family.
I've tried, so hard to extract myself from them. To make myself look as different as possible, to act as different from them that I can.
Yet, I can't escape.
They rule my life.
Good grades is the only thing that my parents can talk about. Good grades are the only thing they'll ever be proud of me for.
Academic pressure is what my whole entire life revolves around.
Maybe one day, I'll fail a test.
But I doubt it, because like I said, good grades, Rule. My. Life.