gap year.
prologue.
when love
just
"We'll be in middle school
next year, can you believe it?"
"It's crazy."
"What are you guys gonna do when you finish high
school?"
"I'm getting married,"
"I'm going straight to work."
"What about you, Isa?"
I look left and right. I was in fifth grade, how was I supposed
to know what to do for something that would happen in a long
time?
"Maybe I'll stop for a year and take a break."
"So like a gap year?" My friend Baillie says.
"Yeah." I had no idea what one was. I just agreed
because everyone else seemed to know. I didn't want to seem
dumb.
-
That was me eight years ago. As of right now, I'm officially
done with high school. And it wasn't as bad as people make it
out to be. Maybe it was because I didn't try so hard.
I passed all of my tests with flying colors, got good grades, and
now it's time to explore. I have the whole world ahead of me
to see, and by this time next year I hope to open my eyes ten
times more than what 'open' qualifies as now.
"Why are you taking a gap year?" my little sister asks.
She's ten. I'm eighteen, turning nineteen next
November.
"Why wouldn't I? Would you like to be stuck at a desk
for the rest of your life, just making enough to get by each day
and having absolutely no time to do anything other than
work?"
She's confused.
"Becuase I like adventure," Is my other
excuse.
"Can I come?"
She sits on my bed as I start researching things to
bring.
"No, I'm sorry,"
"Why not?"
I point to my huge glass jar, filled to the top with money.
"You see that? I've saved up for one person. You should
have told me earlier if you wanted to go, then I would have saved
up for you."
"I can share things."
"It's okay, maybe next year."
I look in the mirror and my green eyes stare back at me. My light
brown hair is somewhat shiny, I cut it to shoulder length. I
check my phone and my friend, Adriana, wants to meet up at her
house. I decide I should since I'd be gone in a few
weeks.
My sister, Wallace, and I have a good relationship. The only
thing I envy about her is her name. It's gourgeous and
original. Mine is just plain old Isabella, but when Wallace was
little she'd call me "Isa," (pronounced e-sa) and
the name stuck ever since. I'd miss this little kid exploring
the world.
I sit down at my desk and apply make-up, keeping it natural.
I'm just hanging out with a friend who has seen every
possible side of me.
"I'll be back!" I shout to my family as I'm
walking out the front door. "I'm going to
Adri's."
I hop into my black rangerover and drive over.
Whenever I get into cars my mind tends to drift off. I begin to
think about what the rest of the world was like.
Sure, when I was smaller my family and I would travel everywhere.
But, sadly, I was too small to appreciate any of the beauty going
on, I was more focused on dinner that night.
I really am excited. New friendships, new sights, everything
new.
My hopes were too high. My dreams always get crushed
somehow.
//a-n// thank you for reading.