Finally, I am in class twelve. It is the last year of my high school. Soon I will be an adult. I feel uneasy. I don't know why. Maybe I just don't want to be a responsible adult who has no one to rely on. I don't want to be responsible.
Not now; not ever.
Secondly, I hate changes. I hate how everything around me is dynamic. Like an hour glass.
I wish I could be child once again. I wish I didn't have to grow up. I want to enjoy my life without any worries but it is not possible anymore. Life sucks.
" Myra...O, you are ready. ", Mom is standing at the door.
" Mom, what is an adult? ", I ask.
" An adult is someone who knows his duties and responsibilities as a human. He should be kind, generous as well as tolerant with a rational mind. Most vitally he should think about others...", Mom.
But before she could say anything else I interrupt her.
" Mom, that is a lot. I don't want to be an adult. ", I say.
She looks at me with a meaningful expression and says, " But you don't have a choice, Myra. All humans have to grow up. It is a part of life. And it is not that bad. One day you will get used to the fact that you are an adult. But that doesn't mean you have to lose yourself...I want you to dream... ", now she is standing before me and brushing my hair with her fingers.
" I want you to live. But don't do anything that will hurt others. Be tolerant towards others. Now come on, I will drop you at school today. ", she says.
She is about to leave
when I say :
" But Mom I am scared. I am scared of people. I am scared of being an adult...", I say.
" There is nothing to be scared of ...I know, you are scared of all troubles that will come your way but I assure you that life is more unpredictable than any climate change that we face. Hence there will be sadness, joy, and anxiety. All these emotions paint your world in something beautiful. Something that you can't even imagine right now...And I trust you, Myra., I trust that you will be an amazing adult. ", she says.
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AT SCHOOL :
" M... Myra! You are late. Where were you? ", Lily.
" You seem very excited. I thought you will be sad because of
Serena. ", I say.
" Why? She is my friend. I am happy for her. Albeit I miss her a lot. ", she says.
"Hey, M. How are you doing?", Claire.
I notice that she has trimmed her hair, she looks thin but it is probably because of the pink T-shirt that she is wearing.
" Did you notice it as well? I look awful, don't I? ", Claire.
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And It Was All Fate
HumorThe story is about a 16-year-old high school girl who suffers because of her careless nature and strict father. It is a novel that represents almost three years of her high school life until she graduates. Her life is full of excitement and color a...
