My father’s training
At that very moment, my mind bounces up and down as all my father’s training was not in vain–he was looking up for me.
“Are you okay?” asks a bunch of people wrapping their hands around me as I breathe heavily, petrified, and devastated.
“I’m good.” I push their hands away from me as I fin my away out fo the crowd. I have never been stolen. I turn back, and several eyes peer at me. I’m afraid of everything now. My body shivers as I walk like a drunk man. Does Alice have another signing paper? ***She must***
I glance upward, mouth pursed but slightly open and loose. Eyes fixed nowhere. If anyone asks me what’s happening, I simply blink and nod until I arrive at SEQUELE, the side I live. It’s much quite, and it’s Thursday. People gather at the church today, sanctification day. My mom must be in there, but I only go on Sundays. It sparks strength or faith inside my heart. I thank the Lord–not a single wound on the face. I guess. I want to jump in front of the mirror and see my face. But I don’t feel anything after I skim my check for several minutes.
All I want is my bed. When will I tell my parents? I need to tell them. How will they react? I can’t tell anything that happened today. They would hunt down the entire market is search of who has done it to me. I notice the gate of my home. I charge full speed, saluting the old ladies heading to the church.
I know they saw me with a bag, and now I don’t carry one. The paper that tells I won a scholarship is not with me too. I’m not worried about it. My name will be stamped at the school wall at school, so everybody will argue about me. How did she pass? She was my colleague that can’t be? Even Jose will not believe, I’m pretty sure he was sure that I would never pass this exam. I’m that dumb? No. I’m smart. And let’s add clever in the soup.