Wild Dreams

1- Light

I'm now walking towards the school gate. Everyone was smiling while they all went to the side to give way just so I could walk with grace because they respect me as the queen. Just kidding, I'm the principal's daughter. That's why HAHAHHAHA.

When the bell rings, a sign that the 1st subject is going to start, I immediately run towards my designated room. 

Ms. Sky, my adviser, was gathering my classmates to form a straight line because we're going to start dancing to start the day. 

"Alright follow me, the wheels on the bus go round and round, round and round, round and round" she started singing while doing the dance so that we could copy the steps. 

After the exercise, she started giving a sheet of paper. "Alright, get your colouring materials" she said as we followed her instructions. "I want you to draw something or anything that you want to be when you grow up"

When she said that, I asked myself, what do I want to be? And my mind was like showing me a flashcard full of dreams, common dreams for our age, a teacher, doctor, engineer, nurse, firefighter, policewoman, and so on. 

"Cathy, do you wanna be a teacher like your mom?" she asked one of my classmates while smiling and almost like dreaming. "Aaron, do you wanna be a journalist just like your dad?" she continued. 

She's going in my direction now, and I already figured out what she's going to say, "Light, do you wanna be a principal just like your dad?" I just smile and continue minding my own business. I don't have a dream, for an 8-year-old girl who's supposed to have at least the common dreams, I don't have one. 

I don't have a dream, it's like I'm lost. 

But I still draw something, a Yellow Carnation flower which symbolises disdain, disappointment, and rejection. I like these flowers a lot, they're very pretty on the outside but they hide a very different meaning from their appearance. 

I started to draw the flower while my mind was still wandering, what's my dream, what should be my dream, why am I the only one who's struggling to find a dream while my classmates know from the start what they want? While thinking about my unpredictable future, I fell asleep.