ABOUT
THE AUTHOR
Young, African-American, follower of Christ, lover of life, by day I am mild-manner news reporter, by night, I am the story teller. My gifts come the the Lord Jesus Christ, and my mentors are writers like Dean Koontz. I aspire to bring hope in my writings, mixed with adventure and suspense, and the underlining message that God is in control. [September 2006]
AUTHOR'S OTHER TITLES (2) John's Passion, John's Curse (Poetry) A poem about an alchoholic homeless. [137 words] [Drama] Overcoming Tsunami Blues (Poetry) A poem/song lyric regarding the Asian Tsunami of 2005 [162 words] [Spiritual]
Playing Hookey Danari Parsons
"Hookey in a Pic N' Save"
Ever played hookey in high school?
I did, and I almost got caught -- by my own mother!
There she was, my mother, picking through hand-me-down socks and accessories at Pic N' Save, while I, her "well-behaved daughter" with a 3.2 GPA stood 50 feet from her and not in my first period class. Her back was to me, and as she obsessed over which jewelry to get, I frantically scanned my brain for a plan to escape before I unwittingly killed my freedom to the outside forever. My brain cells only came up with one answer: freeze. So that's what I did.
I was not new to playing hookey. I'd done it before. Playing hookey is a write of passage for any teenager. It should also be put in the "What to Avoid" section of High School for Dummies. Besides the obvious --that it was wrong -- my escapades off campus only lead me to boring facilties; the local supermarket and Pic N' Save. The supermarket was only a pit stop to by a Coke, but I could only stare at the different categories of cheese so much. So I would hang out at Pic N' Save, where you could by everything from clothes to cookies at half the price. During my hookey-times, I'd walk around the toy section, check out the clothes section, analyze the portraits in the picture-frame section, and sift through the books in the reading section. Then I'd retreat to the supermarket to look at some real magazines. When I felt it was time, I'd returned to school.
On this day it was no different. Mom had just dropped me off in front of the school. I pretended like I was going in, waited til her Mazda disappeared around the corner, and I headed down the street toward Pic N. Save. It was the fall of 1992, before most high schools really became dangerous, so there were no armored vehicles or swat team members to track me down for truency. Besides, I was a senior, and every knew that seniors had an unwritten right to ditch school.
I didn't know she was headed toward Pic N' Save, just as I was, so I was shocked to see her there. By this time she had turned slightly to her left -- just an eyeball from seeing me out of the corner of her eye. She lost interest in the socks and jewelry, turned to her right and proceed down the hall. She never knew I was right there. She had no clue.
Quickly, I ducked around a corner, peeked around isles to make sure she wasn't looking my way, and I left the store and hid in the supermarket like a criminal wanted on Cops.
And do you think this was my wake up call? Not! I still played hookey afterward, only the next time I was in the supermarket and a clerk thought I was trying to steal something.
Hmmm. Either this shopping center was a bad place to play hookey, or God was trying to tell me something.
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