A girl with dreams

the transfer

That day, I went home feeling very sad. My mother noticed immediately.

“Miss Caroline, hello dear. How are you?” she asked gently.

“I’m okay,” I replied.

Mom came closer. “What’s wrong, Gloryne?”

“Nothing. I’m just tired.”

“Come on, dear. I’m your mother. If you don’t tell me, who else will you tell?”

I sighed. “It’s nothing serious. It’s just… the headmaster.”

She paused, then said, “Gloryne, I want to talk to you about that.”

“Yes, ma’am?”

“Listen, I know you only have one year left, but I still have to take care of you and Calvin. I’ve found a good school for you to transfer to. It’s a government school. It may not be like a private one, but I hope you understand.”

I nodded slowly. “Yes, Mom.”

“Don’t worry. It’s not the end of the world. After all, it’s just a transfer.”

But deep down, I was heartbroken. I didn’t want to show it, because I knew it would only worry her. I went into our shared room—me and Rosie—and cried. The thought of moving to a government school, leaving behind my friends Ronnie and Mark, and starting over in my final year was just too painful.