Love, Hate & Everything Between

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 9

Trouble nuh set like rain
|Proverb|

Tᴜᴇsᴅᴀʏ, ᴍᴀʏ ᴘᴇɴ, Cʟᴀʀᴇɴᴅᴏɴ

5:37 ᴀᴍ

Taylan's POV

Really and truly, when I had decided to open my mouth yesterday and talk about travelling publicly, it was a spur of the moment kind of thing.

The later events of the day was just constantly on my mind and even though I've never thought anything of it before, I just couldn't get over the fact for someone my age, it felt bothersome to traverse public roads by myself.

Something more than half of my peers- if not all had to do all their lives. So yes, I really thought I had to bring it up with my parents.

Now, what I was NOT prepared for was:

One, waking up earlier than usual.

Two, walking from my house to street mouth.

And three, taking a taxi from Tree to May Pen Town. 

Mind you this is just the process before actually reaching May Pen where I would take a bus or a taxi to reach Mandeville. 

Somehow I'm starting to feel like this is my father's way of punishing me or something because clearly he felt like there was more to just 'wanting to learn and all a dat shit'. 

Maybe there was, to an extent but like, bro he didn't have to be so petty.

Kmt, mi nuh know yah

When I said I wanted to take taxi to school, I was thinking of something along the lines of daddy dropping me off in the town and I take a bus or taxi from there.

He could've used his jeep. It's for materials and stuff of that sort but still.

Not a rass...daddy doh even look pon mi from morning

I had to wake up from 4:30 which was not a nice experience. I ironed yesterday evening so that was a nice relief. I had to comb my hair, make my own breakfast because I even woke up before mommy. 

At least she walk wid mi guh outta road

Now I'm in finally in the town and I'm seriously having second thoughts about this because the atmosphere is chilly and the place is gloomy...like rain is about to hit hard. 

I have my umbrella but still, this lifestyle nuh seem like a me thing. On God. 

Maybe mi did jus nuff and did a hope fi si the boy from yesterday again

I'm not going to lie though, a small part of me had fancied the idea of seeing him- them again. It's not like I'm definitely anticipating their presence but maybe a going home ride like yesterday wouldn't be so bad. 

If you get what I'm saying. 

Owen said he'll bring me home today though so after school I'm going to Manchester High which is where we'll leave from.

In the early mornings, some of the Mandeville taxi would park the same place where the Mineral Heights taxis would be. Just to catch the early morning crowd.

I tuck my hands inside the pocket of my lavender cardigan and walk along the corridor of Lubsy Pharmacy until I reach the stand. 

"Bishops yuh ready? Fawud nuh." A stout driver with his hair in cornrows says to me. 

Without hesitating, I follow him to the black seven seater, making sure I take a mental picture of license plate number and get in the back.

I hate tardiness, I'd rather be absent than late. I feel like being late would just throw me off and I've never been late before so I'm definitely not going to start now.