Tomorrow is another day--Emmanuel

Endless thoughts over and over, aching in the young boy’s mind. He didn’t know when it would

stop, these thoughts clouded his mind, keeping him from doing anything else. In math, he

stopped writing and gave in, thinking “Might as well”. Taking out his phone he typed in “places

to ge—“, stopped mid phrase, the teacher snatched his phone away telling the young boy “You

won’t need this for now” walking back and putting it in her desk. The boy sighed and looked

down now trying to re-focus on the assignment. Ten minutes pass every second seeming like an

eternity, he readies himself to leave class and attempt to get his phone back. As the bell rings he

stands up and walks over to the brown desk, to the teacher inputting grades. “Can I please have

my phone back?” he asked. After a few minutes of discussion she obliges and gives him the

phone saying “Ok, but don’t let me catch you with it out again.”  She hands him the

phone and an idea pops into the boys mind. He grabs the phone and briskly walks out of the

classroom going to his next class. As he gets into his next class, English, he sits down next to his

friends. He turns to them asking about their plans when they leave school. One replying “I’m

going home and taking a nap.” The other starts giving a speech about what they could do but

won’t and other “philosophical” crap but the boy isn’t listening let’s be honest. As the lecture

begins the boy begins his journey to the deep subconscious again thinking of what he could be

doing and where he could be at that moment, ultimately questioning why is he here. In and out

of thoughts he gives up and decides to give his phone another try (knowing his teacher does not

care whether he’s on it or not). Scrolling on Instagram then on Twitter turns his screen off, now

bothered. He notices that there are only twenty more minutes of class left and his prison/school

life will be over for the day, excitedly he now debates his next moves when he leaves. For some

reason, it takes him those 20 minutes and the bell rings. He leaves faster than Road Runner

running from Wild E. Coyote. He hops into his car, a Fiat, (lol) puts his phone on the aux and sits

for a few minutes, basking in his new freedom, only to remember what has been keeping him

distracted half the whole day was his stomach. He was ferociously hungry like how the big bad

wolf was. His goal to get the food, he put his car in drive and drove out of the student parking

lot. Not knowing where he was going he debated where to get food. Did he want seafood or

Italian? Soul food or Chinese? The possibilities were endless and being the indecisive person he

was he decided to go to a food court.

As he walks into the food court, the food heaven, he walks around like a kid in a toy store, from

all the places to choose but knowing he could only choose one because of his diet, he sat

intensely thinking. Coming to a conclusion he walked through the court, eyes on the prize, as he

walks out the food court. Gets back into the car and drives to a burger joint. Being too lazy to get

out he goes through the drive thru. Greeting him the worker asks for the order, he replies “Can I

have a hamburger with jalapenos, extra onion and NO mayo.” He hated mayo. He concluded

with a large fry and to be healthy, green tea. He pulls up to the pick-up window, hands in the

money, receives his change, handed his drink followed by his food, happily thanks the worker

and leaves. Now eager to get home, thinking about his food, he controls himself enough to not

eat it before gets to his house.

Hitting every red stoplight, he saddens and becomes irritable with the street lights as if was their

personal goal to keep him from eating. He makes it home, happier than ever goes into the house,  

sits down and opens the bag. Seeing his large fries make him almost cry and the burger at the

bottom. He unwraps the burger looks at it with content and with much anticipation takes his first

bite. Then his moments of happiness crumble, his whole life becoming a lie, he looks into the

burger, what does he see? Monstrosity in its purest form. Mayo. Extra Mayo! With emotions

ranging from anger to sadness he puts the burger down. He thinks to himself “What have I done

to deserve this?”. Gets up with his fries and goes to his room. Sad. He sits with his half cup of

fries and contemplates life, turns on his phone ready to tweet. He types “Life is full of

disappointments.” and prepares to go to sleep at 3:58 in the afternoon. Last thought of the day

before he goes to sleep.

“Tomorrow is another day”.