The Choice

“Ma, will you not really come with me?” I was begging my mother as she was preparing my breakfast one Monday morning. “You have to learn to do this on your own. You need to learn these things without me.” My mother explains impatiently. “But Ma, I will be alone. I don’t have any friends with me. What happen if I get lost?” “You can do this. Just remember, do not go home if you could not finish your enrollment.” “Ugh.” I utter in disappoint. It was the scariest thing I could be doing for my life. Enrollment period for my first year on junior school. And I am alone. My mother is trying to make me learn to be independent. She was explaining in full ten minutes that I have to be on my own and that I need to be as independent as I could. First time enrolling in junior high school is the first step in achieving this. I hate it. I will be alone. Most of my elementary friends will be enrolling to private schools. Meanwhile, since my family could not afford enrolling me to a prestigious school in the province, I will be enrolling myself in public school where I literally have no known friends at all. “Did you arrange your documents for enrollment already?” she asked. “Yes, I fixed it all already.” “Remember, do not go home unless you completed all the steps.” I rolled my eyes in irritation. I had been listening to this reminder since last week. “I’ll get going.” “You should be. There are many students already passing by. I’m sure they’ll be going to Monchi already.” I sighed. I was so frustrated with my situation. My mother pushing me to become someone I am not prepared for and me trying to delay it in every possible way. It left me no choice but to face this. “Bye, Ma. Wish me luck that I’ll still be alive after this.” “You’re overreacting.” Whatever. I sighed as I was leaving my mother. High school. I could see that most are really excited going to high school. Some even says that high school is the best part of your school life. High school never ends. But why am I scared and is thinking otherwise? I’m scared because I’m alone. My friends are not with me which means I have to make new friends again. What if everyone gets a friend and I don’t? What if I can’t find a buddy that will stick with me all throughout my high school years? What if the girls won’t like me? What if the guys won’t like me? They say, high school is the best when you found your one true love here. It gets a little more exciting. Teens, crush, friendship, love. Will I fall in love with a guy here? Okay. That’s too overwhelming. I was awakened in my thoughts when the tricycle come to a halt. And I finally arrived. Monchi. My school for the next four years.