Writing References - School and a Cab

School and a Cab
By: Natthanette Choovet (Popp) G.10M

In a long dark street, I with nothing but an empty basket was shoved into a cab. I don’t know if it was me or someone behind who had pushed me through this entire wide journey in the first place. I have no idea where is the destination. All I know is this voyage would take a really long distance, which, somehow, I know I will soon arrive. The basket is gradually filled as I have gone further and further, but it’s never full. Yet, it is as well getting heavier. I don’t see the point of carrying it, but it would be better to reach the terminus with the fulfilled basket than with an empty one. I have changed many cabs throughout this trip, but I have never tried to get out of the cab and take a walk – it’s too dangerous and risky.

The drivers are nice. They have driven me from places to places. Sometimes, the drivers took me to where I think it has nothing to do with my life. Sometimes, they took me to the place I’d like to scream and escape. Still, I have a great time observing the places from the window inside the car, but I never get off the cab. Not that I love the cab so much. There are times when I’m sick of sitting inside a cab carrying a half-filled basket for so long that some parts of my body are numb. There’s nothing much I can do but to continue doing so. The drivers have told me many things as we travel. They told me such things like how to jump across a rainbow. I do understand the method, but since I have been sitting all the way in the cab, I have never really done it – neither seen one. Nevertheless, I’m sure if I actually see the rainbow, I might be able to jump across it the way I have been told.

Now, as far as I have traveled, I know I’ll reach the destination in no time. It is hard and uncomfortable to sit and carry such a weighty basket in a cab, but I do enjoy the journey. The heavy basket and the cab make me strong in some way. I’ll soon be able to get out of this small cab and take a walk on my own. I believe the drivers, who I don’t really know much about but truly have faith in, are doing their best to drive me to the destination. All the places I have been, all the stories I have shared inside this cab bring me such amazing moments. Without this cab, I won’t be able to reach my destination, which I’m not really sure where it is. I might be brainwashed and completely exhausted by sitting for such a long distance, carrying the basket, and listening to what the drivers have told, but it won’t be a waste of time. Sure, I will know whether if I’m right when I reach the destination. When I get out of the cab and start to take a walk. When I get to apply what the cab had given me through my own journey. And last, when I finally get a chance to jump across a rainbow.

*Some parts were cut to shorten the story. Few grammar mistakes were corrected.