Hey. So, I think its been a week, maybe? Not sure. I’m free now! Well, in terms of school that is. I’ve finished all my exams and I’m diving head on into the holidays. Fuck yeah.
Let me update you guys, though.
Two days ago was my last day of term 1; it was also, unfortunately, my school’s cross country carnival which sucks ass if you can’t run. Me. I can’t run. Well obviously I can run but does that make me good at it? Fuck no. In the first 100 meters I was already dying and wanting to go home. I ended up walking the rest of the way with my friends though, which made it a lot better.
Anyway, after that, I went to Southbank with three of my friends, Kate, Viktoria and Amal. Man, it was so fun. Do you know what the weird thing is though? I felt weird that whole day – like, I don’t really know how to describe it. It was definitely a good weird, if that makes sense though. It all started when we went to sit down on the grass area near the river that flows in the middle of the city I live in which I’m not going to name (privacy reasons). I put the radio on and we were just chilling, chatting and thinking. It was like something straight out of a movie. Four teenagers laughing with the radio in the background, skipping stones into the river. If it was a Wattpad book I bet it would go a little like this:
It’s a Friday afternoon, the evening of the day school finished. Four teenagers loudly laughed, excitement bubbling in their veins. After all, it was practically the holidays; there was so much to do, so much freedom. As they’re looking around at their surroundings, one of them sighs, “Guys, I’m so stressed about the future… I know I shouldn’t be but like, I am, you know?” They responded by telling her not to worry, one of them even told her to shut up, in a teasing manner of course. The girl laughed happily, her worries being soon forgotten. As they looked at the brown dirty river in front of them, it was silent for a moment. It was calming, serene and tranquil. They were surrounded by each other, after all, they were happy. With the radio playing in the background, they talk about how cliché the whole thing is. She says, “Imagine we’re in our own movie… this is the very beginning of it. I mean, come on, look how cliché this whole fucking thing is! Staring out at the river, good music playing, sitting in a grassy field, us. It’s got to be a movie.” Everyone stared at her at first as if thinking ‘this bitch…’, but then, they agreed. They shared a laugh at how absurd they were being and then one of them stood up, “Who wants to skip rocks?” And, they did just that. Skipping rocks, getting their hands muddy, tripping when standing on the unstable rocks on the shore. They were happy. And then…
It doesn’t end there, of course. But, that was the highlight of my day. Obviously, the story is a bit exaggerated but it’s from true events and I think it was one of the best days of my month.
I don’t really know what else to write, I kind of want to get back to my Netflix TV show… I’m watching some Spanish TV show called ‘Velvet’, it’s kind of getting boring but hey, if I don’t finish it I would be wasting the past week of me watching it.
I’ll talk to you when I talk to you, stranger. Until next time.