THIS IS WHERE I COME FROM

“Unreal isn’t it? One more year of school and that’s it,” said Janet in a small, distant voice, while observing people in the train.
“Yeah,” I replied nodding my head.
“Next year is going to determine the path we will all take.”
“Uhuh… I just want to go back to primary school Sonia. You know… when we didn’t have to worry about VCE, grades, nor learn a whole set of rules on how to behave to live in a society,” she stated, as she observed two kids who were sitting opposite us.
“I just want to be a child again,” she whispered.
Unable to respond, I remained quiet. I’m thrilled that I’m not a child anymore, although I wouldn’t admit it out loud for it would seem awkward and a bit out of place for my reasons are completely different to the boys and girls of my age. Frankly, I can’t wait till I turn 18 to move out of my parent’s house. But revisit my childhood? No Way! That would be the last thing I’d do.
All the girls doing VCE want to go...