What If

12

"Your bringing that garbage to school?"

The tiny high pitched voice of my sister Janice made me stop from pulling out my old scooter bike on our little garage. I gave her a raised eyebrow.

" Will you stop calling my things like that?" I roll my eyes and walked away. With the bike on my right side.

I heard her grawl with a stomping foot. My lips curved a side smile. I won!

" You are so disgusting! Why on earth your my sister! Your a shame!" A deafening shout heard through our small front yard.

I shrugged my shoulders without turning around. A smile on my lips.

" I have been wondering the same thing, sister!" I shouted back.

I climed on and started the ignition. I waved her goodbye and I even heard her cursing through the air. I enhaled the smell of the morning air.

Its been three days from now since I started working as part time in a chocolate shop few blocks from school. And I've decided to take a risk bringing my bike to school today so that I dont have to worry going home after my shift.

I began to speed up when I spotted the Art Shop I once have been four days ago.And My heart trembled whenever I passed the area, remembering the boy with green eyes. The Shop is not big. Though I appreciate art, never in my wildest dream

will I ever go there again.

Thirty minutes later, I reached my school. A smile popped out from my lips when I saw the sign. "HERSHEY HIGH SCHOOL "

I love studying here. And the medals and diplomas that I've been dreaming of will be mine someday.

I rushed off immediately to my first period. Our teacher was not around so we spent there chatting and gossiping as we wait for our next class. I took down all my assignments for the week. I dont want to be in a hurry during deadlines.

As my last class ended, I quickly said goodbye to my friends and hurried off to my waiting scooter. They accompanied me to where I parked. And when they saw it, my friends frowned faces and disgusting look stared at me.

" What?" I chukled. I expected their reaction. My scooter bike was so old and the back part is crumpled. The white color faded and even the cushions were scratched that the foams peeked out. But I love this thing with all my heart. I spent almost all of my savings for it last year. And I would never trade it to any luxurius cars or new model motor bikes and scooters that my school mates owned.

" Seriously?" She glared at me with wide eyes. Both hands were on her hips.

I put a right hand on my chest pretended getting hurt. " Yeah. Whats wrong?" With pouted lips and a raised eyebrow.

She bite her lower lip to prevent from laughing. " Nope. Just askin'."And slowly shook her head.

I know what she was about to say. Things that I heard a thousand times whenever they saw me with my bike. And Im used to it.

" You could have sell it to the junkyard. Or buy a new one." I heard Mileys amused voice from my back.

I just shrugged my shoulders and roll my eyes.

I climbed on its back immediately. Not wanting to here any insulting things about my favorite ride. Not that I have any other choice anyway.

I turned it on and wave them goodbye, Before they can say anything again. I saw them bursting in laughter at my side mirror. They shook their head while waving goodbye. I cant blame them. My bike was really a junk. But I dont mind.

When I reached Choco Shop, there were few customers lining up waiting for their orders. I hurriedly parked my bike and ran to get inside.

" Am I late?" I know Im not, of coarse. Just making conversation. I rushed at the back room to get my apron and my hairnet.

" No my dear! Just in time." Mr. Macolle shouted back. He's the owner of the shop. A man in his early thirties. A dashing and handsome guy with a British Accent. And then again, I was reminded by the boy with green eyes. I let out a long deep sigh. Im not used to hallucinate boys eversince. But that hot and handsome guy was an exemption.

I forgot the boy when the Shop were full with customers eager to buy chocolates made in Hershey. I recognized some tourists and even locals. I rushed back and forth again and again. With a smile and polite words that I felt my knees buckled and face burned out. Probably from the long hours of smiling. Sweat covering my body and my once comed hair twisted and messy.

" Need some rest, babe?' I heard Justin Macolle. The brother of Shawn Macolle. The owner of the Choco Shop. He's the guy Fiona talked about. And I was right when I thought of him to be a player. He messed around with me since the day I started. But he's not my type.

I rolled my eyes and took off my apron. My shift ended. And I have to be home at seven. I tangled my messy hair and the dark blonde strands fall to my back.

" Can I take you home?" He followed me to the back door. I didn't bother to respond. I quickly grab my bag and headed to the counter where Mr. Shawn Macolle seated.

" Have to go Mr. Macolle! See yah tomorrow!" I said to him with a waving hand. He glance up at me with a smile. A ballpen on his mouth. And didn't say a word.

" Hey, Jenny! "I saw Justin from outside the glass window. He parked his blue sports car beside my old crumpled scooter bike that it looked every inch a junk compared to his brand new one.

My face turned sour. And walked outside with a frown face. I didn't even bother to glance at him when I climbed on top of my bike. And began speeding off. Last thing I want is to ride a luxurius car. And be left with a cocky jerk inside. No way!