Broken Promises, Broken Hearts, Shattered Souls

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A year ago, I was supposed to be going to San Francisco to pursue a degree in business, but, as financially stuck as my family is, we had to re-locate to Georgia and therefore I had to look for a new college to go study at, a new job that would most likely accept me and have good raise, etc. Before we had to move to Georgia, I had everything planned. I would major in business, studying at the San Francisco University of Business and Economy. Then I would work with a company called "Wet n Wild" as an economic distributer and a manager, and when I'm comfortable in my position, I would try to settle down and have a family. But, then we moved, so I had to look for a different college to accept me.

In Highschool, I worked really hard to get my grades and pass my exams. I hoped for a scholarship offer from a college, but I ever received one, to my luck.

Now, in Georgia, I'm studying at the University of Jacksonville. It does take a lot of effort driving from Brunswick to Jacksonville- along with traffic, waking up early, and usually staying up late to finish assignments, trying to understand lectures- but if I wanna be a good son to my family, that's what I have to do.

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I struck my hand down on my alarm, rubbing my eyes as I watched the sun peer through the room's blinds. I got up, carefully maneuvering myself as to not disturb my sister and brother who were sleeping on the same bed as me. As my feet touched the cold floor of our bedroom, I shivered, and walked towards the bathroom, brushing my teeth and washing my face. I looked into the mirror and stared at my reflection. My auburn hair, which I had cut earlier this month, was swept to the side. I picked up a hairbrush and brushed it to the back, putting a small dollop of hair gel onto my fingers and running it through my hair. I walked out of the bathroom and into the kitchen, seeing my mom standing near the counter. As usual, she was eating her two pieces of toast smeared with marmite and a few banana slices on top, a plastic cup filled with cold milk next to her, hers legs most likely aching.

I smiled as she turned around to greet me, and walked over to the fridge, pulling it open to reveal an empty bottom and top shelf, the middle one filled with spreads, bread and fruits, and the bottom side-shelf was filled with milk and water bottles. I made myself the same thing as my mom and walked back to my room after chugging down my cup of milk, pulling on a white tank top and a pair of skinny jeans, bending down and putting on a pair of navy blue running shoes. I pushed myself off of the floor, walking out of my room the same time my mom walked out of her's, fully dressed in a baby blue blazer and a milky white, short skirt with a purse slung over her shoulder. I grabbed my backpack off the floor and walked out, holding the door open for her.

We stepped outside, and I got into the driver's seat, closing the door and putting in the keys.

Every morning since we moved to Brunswick; this is what we had to do. Since my siblings were both very young and didn't need to go to school, we had the advantage of not needing to waste extra time dropping them off, but it was still a pretty long process, as I had to go to college in the morning, but my mom still needed the car for work. A few days after we moved, we had created this plan that- since I had college earlier than my mom had work- we would both go together in the car, and after I would reach Jacksonville, my mom would take it and go to work. Afterschool, I would have to wait an extra three hours for her to finish work an extra two hours after I finished college, then another hour to get here. Then, we would both drive back, and that is how my day goes.

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I stepped out of the car, and gave my mom a goodbye wave as I walked to the front of the car. She waved back, then drove off. I started walking to my building, watching as other students parked their cars, ate breakfast at a small coffee shop near the university building, kissed their partners, and flipped nervously through books. I smiled, and soon found myself at the double glass doors of Building A2. I walked in, and took a seat as I watched students stream in. Not soon after, the professor walked in, and I took out my notebook and pens as she started her lecture, scribbling down whatever she was saying.