College

Jamie broke the silence, "Alright daddy. I'll go to school,"she said passing the newspaper back to her father. Her father smiled and snapped his fingers to Francheska who left the room immediately as he returned to his newspaper. The amid returned with a set of papers that she laid on the counter in front of Jamie before returning to her work. Jamie skimmed the papers, they were registration forms for the upcoming semester yet they lacked a list of classes.

"If you're wondering, I will pick your classes. You are not picking all the easy ones just to get through the semester." Jamie pouted and went back to eating her salad, picked up a pen, and began filling out the forms.

Time passes and a couple of weeks later, Jamie was getting ready to go to her first class at 9:00 sharp. She showered and packed her bag with binders, notebooks, and folders while picking out her outfit. Jamie put on a nice yellow skirt and a blue sleeveless top over her, slipped on a pair of black canvas shoes over her pink socks and headed downstairs. She was out the door, in the car, and out the driveway in less than a minute, driving to the local community college with no idea of what classes she'd be taking.