2nd ARC
When my parents told me that I was being sent to missionary school, I felt devastated" because to me it was like they felt that I was so problematic that they had to seek help from God.
Knowing that your parents view you as nothing but a menace, can really alter a ten year old way of looking at the world. It felt harsh to me, I felt wronged and I wanted so much to do something to get back at them.
It wasn't long till the D-day came, when my dad packed my bags and told me to come and let's go. I looked at him with eyes dead to the world, willing him to see the agony I was in, to see how much he was hurting me ": but he ignored it and left, that day the love I had for my parents evaporated just like the snow does when spring comes.
I felt like a criminal in my dads car as we headed for the school, I felt uncomfortable, I felt like crying, I felt like running but yet I sat. After all where would I run to, where would I hide" at the end of the day I still was just a kid.
We got to the school entrance, there was a frier there already waiting for us, he was smiling at us as my father slowed down but to me it felt as if he was smirking.
My father went to get my belongings from the trunk, whilst I stared at the huge school that was going to be my prison for the next six years. I was intimidated and scared hence I turned back to my mother who was also staring at the school.
Mom please I whispered, so low that I wasn't even sure I said anything.
But when my mom turned towards me and whispered back to me, "its for the best " did I know she heard me.
My mom and dad got into the car and left, I watched them drive off till I couldn't see their car, only then did it dawn on me that I was truly sent away.
I could still remember the look in my moms eyes as they drove away, she was unsure, which made me think about those words of hers "I couldn't figure out if it was to convince me or herself, " that it was truly for the best.