What If

3

"...But ma. I can't stop now. You know that I can't. I mean, that's absurd!.."

How I wished all of this was just a joke. But knowing my mother, with her serious face and a watery eyes adding the drama, surely this is a part of our soon to be faced reality. And of coarse, reality sucks!

"Honey, I know its terrible. But what can I do? Your father has already made up his mind. And I think he is right. We must worry first the food being put on our tiny table above all. And you are young and very smart to understand this. We decided that I will be the one to accompany you today to your school and tell the principal about this personally. "

So this was it all about. Just informing me that they have decided about my future without asking my opinion. I have all the rights to be demanding. Its my future for God's sake!

And knowing my father, with his well known attitude being firm on his decisions Im pretty sure I cant change it. Even if it means crying with blood on his front. Slowly, my world collapsed. How about my running for Students Council officer for this year? I have practiced my speech a hundred times and even memorized it. And how about my application for a membership at our school's publication for writers? Everything seemed to an end. And all I wanted to do now is to hide in under my bed forever. I knew for sure my bestfriends will immediately come here rushing. Asking a thousand questions about my sudden dropping out of school.

"Now, go finish your shower. I want to get there early. I have other things to do also. Your other sisters needed me as much as you do."

And before I can say anything, she holds my left hand and stare at my now swollen eyes. I havent even noticed I am crying.

"Please, Jen dont make this so hard for me. I know how you feel right now. I knew it pains you. But just please understand."

My mother's soft voice became alien to my ears. Maybe because I have known her loud annoying voice demanding us everyday of what we must do and all the rattling and ranting I used to hear in my sixteen years of existince.

I sighed. And as I looked at my left direction, I saw my father standing there with his arms crossed over his chest and gazing intently at me as if reading my thoughts. Or maybe waiting for my rebattle towards my mother. I frowned and pouted as I quickly took my eyes away from him and with a stomping foot I rushed to the bathroom leaving a heavy and loud noices on the floor. They forbid me to at least react to my soon to be ruined future that I have planned since from kindergarten. And its kind of aweful on my part. I slammed the door as hard as I could letting them feel how painful those decisions of them did to me. I knew my mother will lecture me about my behaviour but who the hell cares!

I swiped away the tears that is now evident on my face. I hate this life! I really hate being poor and living in this small town with little earnings which were the reason why my parents decided to put an end to my once bright future.

Authors Note:

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