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Your sister yells Shotgun! You fight her a little -This is not fair she always gets the front seat- she won, or so you need her to believe. Thruth is you love the back seat, there is something quite interesting about it, at least for you.

You secure your seat belt and lay your backpack down on your feet, your sister starts the radio and you start thinking about what happened yesterday at lunch break. You know things will be pretty tense with the girls today and you hate how boys have the astonishing ability to break friendships so effortlessly. You awknlodge that by this moment you just reached traffic, perfect. Thruth is, you have found a way to enjoy traffic and being on the back seat is the key to your game.

You start exploring the crystal boxes from the polarized window. ¿The Key? When you are on the back seat they can’t see you and more importantly people dont expect to be seen while driving. In the “mobile rooms” there’s always a surprise. People singing, mothers trying to control their children, boring executive faces, their own troubles moving from 5-80 km per hour.

Your game always starts with tedious faces, men in suit, your biggest dread. You look away. Then it happens, a toddler on the window is playing your own game. He says hi, you wave back. You just made a friend. You love how kids are never worried, they are very naive, you admire them for that.  The car drives by and once again a man in suit appears, by this moment your latest worry snaps into your mind, in one week Elementary school will be over.

Junior high school then high school. You know high school is not what concerns you, though College is the real thing. You look back to the men in suit, rutine, your biggest fear. Today’s game is not exciting at all, you look back to your mom and decide the game it’s over. You open your History book and decide reading will be more interesting, you start reading 2 pages and you realize you just reached school. Okey, Let’s  do it. Your mom looks back wishes you luck, now you smile back.

You arrive to your meeting point and realize Lisa is gone, you were right, they are still mad at her. You arrive to your desk and wait for Mrs. Ramirez to start the class. Then it happens, you look at her and you know exactly what you want to be. And just as if  the whole world was reading your mind she starts the class with “So, I need you to write on a sheet of paper What do you want to be when you grow up.” You start laughing and writing, wondering if this answer is even a valid one. You keep  on writing. You know this is certainly not a carrer, though at least you have the answer to How do you want to be. From this day on you will have to answer the HOW to achieve it. Mrs Ramirez reaches for your desk and you hand in your paper with just one word on it, HAPPY.