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My School Day Speech

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Every day starts the same way. My alarm screeches at me to restart my cycle by getting up. The T.V from the first floor, always on channel 12, blasts the news about what is happening around us. Ignoring it as always, I sprint down the stairs into the kitchen to inhale the savory smell. My mother, who is always on top of things, is preparing my breakfast. Making sure that I can never have a peaceful breakfast, she ensures that I receive my daily speech. “Do not talk to strangers, Rachel. Do not reveal where my family is from, Rachel. Do not do anything where the police can be involved, Rachel.” Truly, after the hundreds and hundreds of times she has recited this speech, I suddenly lose the meaning of those statements, but I brush it off and continue my daily round.
To continue my endless sequence, there is school, with teachers teaching the same topics every year, with textbooks that seem like they were from the 1800’s. It’s never something new, nothing relevant. I always do what I am told, whether it is to answer a question or to explain why I chose that answer or to always do my homework. I find it easier just to accept whatever is given to you and not fight against it. Less conflict for myself and other people.
To conclude my school day, I typically take my bus home. Unfortunately, after a jammed locker incident one day, I missed it.
“Oh, so you’re still at school? Well, you can call a taxi. Just be careful” said my mother worriedly through the phone. “Hurry home.” I can never understand why she is always on her toes for the smallest things. It’s a simple taxi ride, what can go wrong?
As I was waiting by the steps of the school, a sleek black car rolled up right in front of the building. “I guess that’s the taxi,” I thought to myself. Quickly, I walked to the car, opened the passenger door, and sat inside.
“Hello, Rachel, right? You were the one that ordered the taxi?” The taxi driver did not seem to move when he asked, almost like a robot. I hesitantly confirmed with a subtle “yes” then he drove away from the school.
Daydreaming while looking through the window, I did not realize that the taxi driver was not taking the usual route to my house. I firmly grasped my phone and my things in case of any

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