●✈ 𝐀 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐲 ●
❝What are you?❞
❝Do you know the line between life and death?❞
Janet Tyler, a seventeen-year-old girl whose hobby was to play badminton. She used to play badminton in her local areas and school. With the help of h...
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Even though I was sitting with my dad, and he was doing all the talking... I just couldn't seem to stop the fidgeting of my fingers. Mrs. Jones peered at me over her glasses then, continued talking to him.
"Sir, I really think you should take the chance... I mean, this is her dream after all."She spoke up.
"I understand ma'am. I'll surely think about it and Jane is my priority so, we would never stop her from persuading her career." My dad caressed my back, "But Paris is very far from here. Also, they aren't allowing any parents. I really have to talk with her mother before allowing."
Mrs. Jones' lips clasped in a thin line. Of course, she really didn't want the opportunity of going to abroad to slip through my hand. But who was going to tell her, that nothing was actually in my hands. She thought again, and with her voice low this time, she spoke again.
"I understand sir, but these kinds of chances are given rarely so I would again request you to think about it, after all these are the starting of her future, and of course safety should be the first priority, still... and it's a great honor for our school too. Whether she wins or not doesn't matter but if she attempts, I'm sure she will get more confident. . ." She finished her sentence by taking a deep breath which I thought she needed, because in between she didn't think breathing should be more important than talking about my future.
"Thank you, Mrs. Jones, for your kind words, we will surely keep that in mind." My dad said.
It was expected.
"Sure!"
Sensing as the conversation was coming to an end. She got up and smiled. Pushed up the bridge of her glasses up using the forefinger and looked at me again. I smiled at her. She smiled back apologetically; she had done what could be done best from her side. It was just my parents who were being dramatic over sending their only-child abroad. She tried. I smiled back, giving her you-did- your-best look.
My dad, not being able to become a part of our sign-language game, furrowed his eyebrows in annoyance, which I and Mrs. Jones surely understood.
"That was all, Mr. Tyler. I hope you will keep this thing in mind." She stretched her hands.
I love her.
After the most monotonous conversation, with my teacher we went out of the school campus and made our way toward the car.
"Dad, do you really think momma will accept this?" I asked him once more, fixing the seat belt.
"Of course, sweetie, I'll talk to her. This is your future after all."
Oh, as if she cares.
We made our way home where I saw mom making lunch. I saw her through the window, cleaning and drying her hands as she saw our approaching car and was coming to open the door.
