Sal could see the school’s locker room from the streets. The students hurriedly opened their lockers and took out their things. He always visited the school at 7:45 AM. The gates would be briefly open till 8:30. He loved watching the students in their uniforms and shining shoes, their hair neatly done. His own public school would begin at 9:00. They had no locker rooms; just a creaky desk to keep their study materials. If anyone left their books overnight, the next day it would be stolen. They had no uniforms and even teachers did not attend classes regularly.
His teachers did not prefer their own students and often spoke of moving to a private school. Sal felt his soiled pockets for the lottery ticket. Yes, it was still there. He had purchased it with the money his mom had given him to buy chocolates. He had been buying lottery tickets for the past one year. Maybe one day…With a longing look at the private school, Sal walked away.
This was written for Ermilia’s Picture it & Write.