What If

5

My mother looked at me intently as if examining a science experiment. I knew she observed me with her eyes scanning down my body.

"Mom, can we go now? I mean, can I go to my school now? I dont want to be late on my last day.." I dont even know why the hell I can't hide my sarcasm. I gently tugged my hair for being so tactless.

Sensing my uneasiness, my mother now let go of my shoulders and began to walk past me.

"I'll just get my keys and then we're off to go." I heard her say as she grabbed the carkeys on the counter table and followed me outside.

Hershey High School is a public school located at the heart of Hershey, Pennsylvania. Though its just a suburban type of school, the students were still given best previlaged. And the school offered great learning capability to enable the student's high school life memorable. And being a part of Students World Action Committee has been one of my life long dreams eversince I stepped on that school. But with what my parents has just told me, everything came to an end.

I let my eyes roam around the surroundings for a while as my mother began to climb on the old truck my parents owned and used as a family service. The truck that I have known since I was a kid is the only surviving thing we have.

The sun is now shining but not too bright to blur my eyes. And Im given the freedom to appreciate this town has to offer. Sun flowers and daisys are now visible in every corner. And the orchids my mother calls "dancing lady" is now swaying as if dancing by the wind. And from a distance I could see some posters of the chocolates manufactured in our town. Known for being the sweet capital in USA, I didn't wonder why many tourists visited this small town. To visit but not to live here.

I enhaled deeply. Filling my lungs with the morning fresh air. This is what I love Hershey. Though small, but it has so much more to offer to your eyes.

"You comin'..?" I hear my mother's voice from the truck. She is now settled comfortably. Now staring at me with a raised eye brow.

"Yah. Coming!" I half jogged towards her and swiftly climb on the other side. I buckled my seatbelt just as I saw my mother did so. And place my bag on my lap. I roll down the glass window and folded my hand on my head. I scanned the streets we're passing as we drove off. It will take us almost half an hour to reach our destination and now Im here bored as hell driving with my mother. I decided to read my notes for my first subject just as I realized I didnt have to. No need to be studius on your last day. I imagine my friend's reaction when I have to tell them Im dropping out. Surely, they will not believe and wont even try to. I can't believe my self either. As selfish as I can be, but I want to blame my parents for this misfortune. Last summer, Mrs. Jones offered me to support my studies and even help me through college. But as usual, my parents interrupted. Telling her they'd never allowed their daughter to work for a living because Im too young to stay late outside. Mrs. Jones owned a grocery shop and she offered me to work as part time during school's off days. I was very glad and eager when I heard her offer. But then my parents let their overloaded pride ruled the way.