Fly High | Book 2

Chapter I - Farewell

"Farewell"

I approached to my dad sitting in the couch counting his income in this week. He has a small carpentry business now. You can buy some materials in carpentry here.

Silently, I gazed his eyes kindly but without smiling and he didn't even notice me, I thought.

He wore his eyeglasses and still counting.

I cut off the silence.

"Dad, can I ask something?" I asked.

He gazed at me for a seconds and asked, " Thing? Or some-thing?"

"Some-thing! About my studies, and um, I think it's nicer if I will be having a job in school, like cleaning and filing the books in the library, or cleaning the plaza,---" I suggested when he cut me off.

"No, no, no! You--- will not be staying here. You, will, be, transferred to another school!"

Now, he's focus on me. But---

"Huh?!!" That's my word.

"Yes!!! And, you will be going to went to the principal now and get some of the papers of yours in order that you can immediately get enrolled in the school you are going to enter this year," he finished.

"What's---" I didn't say anymore.

He continued his activity.

I went to my room and wrapped my blanket around my curled body. I cried. I am the one with the worst year, now! Everything will not be okay, I thought.

I don't have any choice. I am not an independent girl. I depend on my dad and my stepmother with my wicked stepsisters.

I couldn't even get into them. My style, beliefs, and sound doesn't fit on theirs.

I'm feeling alone and unlucky.

I fell asleep after I cried. And woke up.

I went to my bathroom and take a bath.

Get some clothes to wear and unwillingly brush my hair looking at the mirror with my boring pale face with dark eyelashes and eyebrows (natural).

"I will still go to my ex - school and get some papers of mine. And study in other world and learn new things to forget every sad moments I've passed," I pondered.

Leaving your alma mater is so big mistake for me and it seems like an insult to your school. I packed my golden brown bag and tied my long black curly hair, so dry.

With my dad in couch, I pecked him on his cheek and whispered, " 'Y 'ga go, bye."

And wore my emerald snickers, matched with my purple below knees pants and purple stripes sweaters.

Leaving no smiles in our house, I ride with my snickers, of course. I pulled my bag to my front and open the zipper to get my purple-green notebook.

I turn the page and put check on the side of the phrase...

See the school campus for the last time

and I hurry down the road.

That day was so dry, hot and the crowd are perspiring by their works. Some of them are carrying heavy loads and even kids and teens did the same.

I saw Carlos, my buddy, (not mentioned in the first part) carrying two sacks of flour from the other store to their boss.

I went to him and asked.