Giving Up On Stars...

Chapter 6 Esther

Chapter 6
Esther

As the days tick past, I'm becoming more and more aware of how rubbish I am at sport. Just the other day I was playing tennis with myself and even when I looked right at the ball, I somehow, failed to catch it on the racket. Did you know that tennis rackets have strings because when the ball hits them, each individual string vibrates, causing the ball to repel against the strings and fly in the direction in which the racket was facing at the time of shot. Or at least it should do, maybe it's me. I think it is.
Right now I'm finishing my university essay. Even though I technically don't need to because the chances of me servicing this war are very minimal, so if I die, I won't be able to go back to university, will I? Baub pops his head around my door.
Baub is my roommate and currently my only friend, that making him the best. I'm his so that makes me feel more wanted.
"Can I ask, what would you like for tupper?"
"Tupper?" I say in return, confused.
"Tea and supper, it's approximately 9:30 making it the end of tea time and the start of supper, so therefore, I'll call it tupper."
"What have we got Baub?"
"Well, we have 6 possible combinations, pasta and sauce. Beef Bourgignon Um.. Salmon En Croute. Lamb Roganjosh. Beef Wellington. Or just nibble food, e.g. Bread and Cheese and cold meats"
What mood am I in? The spicy mood? The calm mood?
"Salmon En Croute"
He nods and exits.
I continue tapping out word after word, creating a 50,000 word essay. I can smell the salmon from here, Baub is a good chef. He would have done a degree in cooking if he wasn't forced by his mother to do medicine. He was crowned child genius, not out of choice. But because he was forced to by his mother. His mother caused his terrible unpopularity, but mine was natural. I know I'm weird. But being normal is boring. And for as long as I live, I don't intend to ever turn normal. But with an over-active brain like mine, society wouldn't let me in. Good.
I turn to my calendar. Two more sleeps to go until battle starts. I'm a bit nervous, but to be honest if I do die, I won't know, will I?
I tick off another day just like the others and stare at the square with 'BATTLE' written on it. There is only one blank square, which I have to say, makes me feel the most nauseous I've been throughout the run up to battle. Well, I wouldn't call it battle, as much as I would say war. Marx Ginger and other mayors predict it will last a year. But we all know that's not going to happen. They predicted that World War I would last a year. Well 4 years later, and what seemed like the whole population of Britain, got shot.