In high school

You are rewarded freedom

With your license

An adult now

Everyone desired that freedom

Practicing with my mom

I fought to achieve this freedom

In late fall

It felt like a normal school day

Hallways filled with students

Whispering

Saddened

But not your typical sad student

Asking for cause of this mournful setting

Someone says,

“Hallie was in a car accident and he mother died”

My head spun

Waves of confusion

Sorrow

Anger

Shock hit me

Like a landslide of pebbles

Hitting one by one

Then all at once

Driving can be a great reward

Great rewards comes responsibilities to it

The thought of driving

Doing nothing wrong and to have someone I love die

I could not bear the thought

I learned that a license is not a treasure

It is a death card