Chapter 2: To Transfer School
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Summer break was never been this revolutionary in my seventeen years of existence not until this time. My traditionalist parents had not spent half the break with me as they were called to attend an almost a month church-related seminar together. And the announcement they had once they returned, had me all rooting for.
“Lisa, there will be a pastoral assignment rotation this year,” my father started in his calm voice while holding hand in hand with my mother as if they were leaning for each other for strength to say something of importance.
I saw how my mom looks to my father’s eyes to get his permission before speaking to me.
“Lisa dear, your dad and I will have to leave our local church and spread the Good News in other places as per the bishop instruction.” My mom finally spills the beans making me at least saddens for a while…and surprisingly happy afterwards. Call me a bad kid or what but I’m glad they’re leaving. I’m glad I can finally have a breathing space to live my own…to live my own in accordance to my will and not my parents' will.
My old self would not definitely be celebrating at times like this, but my newly found identity does otherwise.
Throughout the past month, I’ve been reading and reflecting on the ideals and key points discussed on this anonymous book I found among the dusty piles of old books in the stockroom; and finally came to a realization of taking a turn over on my static life. This authorless book vividly shows me how exciting, adventurous and wild is the teenage stage of human growth…A complete opposite adjectives to describe my boring, dull, and plain school-library-home routine, which I ought to change now!
The anonymous book somewhat bridges for me to finally cross the gap I had from the other teens in our school due to the limitations set by my parents and limitation set by the expectations of the society from a daughter of a church leader.
…And my parents evangelization’s relocation seems to be the sign I am waiting for to finally break out from the chains that’s binding me and live like a normal teenager!
“Sweetie, is it okay for you to stay here with your grandma or would you like to come with us? We understand that transferring school in the last year in highschool is isn’t easy, but with God, there’s nothing we can’t do. Here are the list of available schools you can continue your study when—” I literally cut my mother from talking too long. Obviously, she assumes wrong.
“Mom, I’m not transferring school,” I shortly ended my mother’s litany to save her from further saliva spending. Montreal Highschool has been my home for five years, it would be a waste if I threw the chance of being one of its alumni.
“Lisa, when did we lack reminding you that cutting someone off is impolite and disrespectful,” my father interfered.
Uh-oh…
In the corner of my eyes, I saw how my grandma slyly throw me a teasing look of ‘you’re-a-dead-meat' as she passed by. My grandma was perhaps one of the most youthful grandma in the world. We’ve been living together alone in this house for almost a month now and we have further develop our grandmother and granddaughter relationship into just friends. It became a normal thing for us to cut each other’s message when we have anything else better. But guess what, my parents make it a big deal.
“Sorry father, sorry mother,” I just apologized.
“It’s alright sweetie,” my mom consolidated me before she gestured her hand towards the stairs leading to my room.
“Tomorrow will be a new day, go on and take your long night sleep. Goodnight,” she added.
“Goodnight Lisa!” I heard my father also said as I ascended the stairs.
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