It's a Saturday today and instead of catching up on some sleep I'm up and all ready. My dad decided that this was the perfect day for us to "go out".
Looking into the mirror I see I don't look really good. I have eyebags forming right under my eyes ; obviously due to the lack of sleep. This week had been quite hectic. Back to back classes and tons of assignments; I've hardly slept 20 hours the entire week.
I'm in my most comfortable outfit ; my denim overall with an oversized short sleeved t-shirt and sneakers. I've tied my hair into two cute buns. I don't really have any idea where we're going because when I probed I was told to just make sure I'm comfortable. Though I do know that my dad's idea of " going out" is not the typical going to the movies or an amusement park . When I was younger he would take me to one of his farms and we'd go all out from milking cows to feeding the chickens. I loved it. When I grew older he'd then take me to his work. He would show me around his office and tell me; " One day this would be all yours." I however never thought the cooperate world was for me. I was more into medicine like my mom. I think that's why my dad and I kind of grew apart. He had really hoped I'd be more interested in running his businesses.
" Are you going to come down anytime this year?" My dad shouts.
I rush downstairs. A tiny bit of excitement and curiosity lurks in my head even though I would rather be in bed right now.
Soon after breakfast we get up to leave as per dad's dictatorial. He is as mute as a mule about our destination. We use his BMW 8 series. He plays smooth jazz music on a low volume. The drive is comfortably quite and the car's speed is exuberating. Thanks to my dad I'm one to indulge in speed.
"Are you going to tell me where we're headed?" I ask breaking the silence.
" How is school? " He asks evading the question.
Accepting defeat I answer; " It's fine. I just need to adapt to the university world."
He nods satisfied with my answering.
"Who is that we're listening to?" I ask trying to make a conversation. He smiles surprised by my question. He starts telling me about his favourite jazz artist . That paves way for a pleasant lengthy conversation . It's been long since I heard my dad laugh this much. I forgot how much we have in common.
We stop at a parking lot after a short while. I follow my dad out the car. We enter a place with guns on display. Wait! Why are we in a gun shop?
" Hey Paul! Good to see you here!" The lady who's a cashier I think shouts seemingly ecstatic to see my dad.
" Jess! How are you?" My dad shouts equally ecstatic and shakes her hand.
" This is my daughter; Angela. We'd like to try out some of you best buy."
" Glad to meet you! I'm Jessica! But you can call me Jess." She smiles widely. She seems rather virile. I return a weak smile consumed by curiosity as to why my dad would bring me here.
We're now at the shooting range. There's not much people . We move to what I think is our booth. My dad gives me a pair of headphones and goggles. We put them on. My dad starts shooting at the target and missed it with only a few inches the first time but hits it bull's eye the second time.I watch astonished ; where did he learn that?
He hands the gun to me. " Go on! Try your best."
The gun is heavier than I thought. I'm suddenly very anxious . He nods gesturing for me to go through with it. He stands right behind me as I face the target and I feel somehow empowered as I hold out the gun. I hold the handgun with both hands and closing my eyes I press on the trigger with my index finger. The gun goes of with a heavy blow that causes me to fall back but luckily my dad was right there to hold me. I missed the target. I however strangely had a strong desire to pull that trigger once again and feel the bullet make its way out with as much force that pushes against my body. I suddenly yearn for the feeling of power and fearlessness I got when I held that gun and pulled the trigger.
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{ I just wanted to give you a taste of the action. I'm not an expert in cars and guns but I tried my best. Never been to a gun shop nor have I ridden a BMW 8 series car...LOL.Forgive any mistakes I might've done. And please correct me if you can. Please Vote and Comment I need your feedback!)
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