As I lay under the crisp covers of the duvet, I could make out the
light that sliced its’ way through the small gap that parted the curtains. Even
though my eyes were closed, the colour that entered my eyes was enough to
awaken my senses.
Memories of yesterday came flooding into my head; the walk in the
park, playing football with the boys, sneaking off to meet Dan at the Odeon,
and sitting hand in hand on the back row. I never did find out what the film
was about, but my time had been well spent and I was beaming when we had to say
our goodbyes.
The smell of sea air came into my thoughts, and I was instantly
whisked away to the small caravan that had been my home for 7 days earlier in
the small sandy coves of Cornwall. How I longed for those days again, and yet
how far away they were from my grasp.
I opened my eyes and stared at the ceiling. Where had that spider
who was trailing its’ way across my room disappeared to? Well, they do say that
you eat so many spiders in your sleep in your lifetime, and had my mouth
claimed another of the victims that I was destined to gorge upon during my time
of rest? I certainly hope not! Then I tried to clear my head of all the
negative thoughts; tried to think of the past few weeks, and the happiness that
they had bought me. No worries, no stress and no responsibilities. My parents
had stopped nagging me to do jobs and had left me alone to enjoy my life as I
felt.
But it was impossible, the dark clouds now replaced the rainbow of
light that emanated through the slit in the curtains. The woe claimed my free
mind, and I was suddenly brought back to reality. Yes I had enjoyed the good
life, and I treasured every moment of that, but the summer holidays were over,
and it was time to go back to school. First day of term syndrome is what I call
it. Catching up with everyone on the first day, sharing stories of what had
filled each other’s lives, trying to outdo each other, until the ridiculous could
not hide amongst the truth any longer. I hated first day back with a passion,
and so did my friends. The thought of losing freedom was enough to negate the
joyous emotions of what was the Summer Holidays.
Even worse for me was that my first class back was 9CG; the tutor
group from hell!
