High school is not the best
Adira paced back and forth inside her bedroom, contemplating the dialogues she would tell her Mother.
Adira is an aspiring pianist, and a regular girl who hates going to school. Countless times have she expressed her disdain to her Mother but never has she been serious. Hence, this time was different. She was not only sincere about her decision but also vehement.
She steeled her heart, opened the decked room door, and marched out to the drawing room where her Mother was.
Adira called out to her mother who was on the couch, her eyes fixed on her iPad.
Aliyah looked at her daughter who stood in front of her, hands clenched into fists and legs trembling. She put her iPad down on the glass teapoy.
Aliyah
What's wrong, dear?
Adira sucked in her lips, took a huge breath and closed her eyes before muttering the words.
Adira
I don't want to go to school anymore, Mom
After voicing the words, her heart raced and she slightly opened one of her eyes to meet her Mom's gaze to scrutinize her reaction.
To her astonishment, her Mother's lips curved into a smile. Sensing that her message did not reach her Mother, Adira took a deep breath again and repeated the meaning of her words.
Adira
I'm not joking, Mom. I'm serious.
Adira
I will not go to high school.
Aliyah's smile did not fade away.
Aliyah
Oh, honey, why is that?
Adira
I just don't like it. None of my classmates like piano, and it's not fun
Adira said what she held in her heart for a long time
Aliyah
Adira, it can be fun with people who might not like piano. You just have to find something else you guys have in common
Aliyah tried cajoling her daughter.
Adira
No, Mom. I want friends who like piano. And it's not like I love studying either
Adira braced her mind for whatever had to come next.
Aliyah remained silent, just glancing her daughter.
Aliyah
I'll tell you a story, and you take your time to think about this until I finish narrating it
Aliyah grinned, reminiscing about her past. How precisely her daughter takes after her!
Adira pouted, clearly not as intrigued as her Mother was.
Aliyah
A story about a girl in high school
Adira grimaced, knowing that this was one of her Mother's lectures. Aliyah sensed Adira's wariness and said something that would cheer her up.
Aliyah
It's a story about me
Aliyah
I'll tell you how I was in high school and what kind of friends I had
Aliyah
But given that you're so against hearing it, I think I shouldn't tell you.
Adira gasped, and her eyes lit up with fascination. How would her Mother, whom reporters try to film every time they go out, have lived her childhood?
Did she also hate going to school but did it because of grandma? What kind of friends did she have? And most importantly, who was Mother's high school crush?
So many questions she wanted to ask lingered inside her head, and maybe this was the time she'd get to ask.
Adira
Mom, I never said I didn't want to hear it
Adira tried to be level-headed and not show that she was more curious than she should be.
Her little stormy eyes met her Mother's and saw Aliyah grinning.
Aliyah called her daughter and gestured for her to sit next to her. Gleefully, Adira hopped and took a seat next to her Mother.
She looked at her Mother with glimmering eyes, cueing her to start her story.
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