Cruising along the backroads with my friends was the greatest end to the summer I could hope for. The wind sweeping my hair; the endless laughter and joy; the sheer lack of anticipation for the year ahead from this moment. We were in bliss, simple utter bliss. I'd hope it would never end but I know and you know that that isnt how time works and each waking day is just another after another as we get older. There's always another half term holiday we would reassure each other before we shared our goodbyes, these guys are more family than my own. Katie was my rock and she would always reassure me that they loved me and would be waiting for me as soon as I got back home, as the only person in the group who made the switch to boarding school from primary school it was sweet to hold that hope as I took that train before and after the end of each term. We were like our own little cliche. Think Breakfast Club or Loser's Club or anything of the sort from a classic Eighties book or movie, we even have our initials carved into a tree in the woods. I smiled knowing that these memories would last forever (so would the endless scratched knees of stupidity but thats another story).But, it was time to say goodbye to the high, hopping off my bike I waved off my friends as they headed home. If it wasn't for the fact that I had a stupidly early morning train journey tomorrow then i'd be out later drinking in the local park or something. Finally, it's my last year of boarding school and honestly I just wish it was over. Now the only things I have to worry about after are University, my career and her. I cannot wait! Once my friends headed down the road and I could no longer see them I hopped back on the bike, taking in the lukewarm air as I rode around the town enjoying the last of the sweet summer air. As the seasons changed it would be the last time I would be subjected to this peaceful freedom until the same time next year. Until then it would be uniform, rules and sleepless nights. I'd only have a few more moments until i'd be back home so I prolonged it as much as I could by riding the long way round to my house on the cul-de-sac. Whilst pulling into the driveway to place my bike behind the gate where I would then safely lock it up, I could hear my mum playing the radio as she cooked tea - casserole. The stodgy meat and potato smell hit my nose before I saw it, my least favourite but atleast it was food - I miss the picky bits for dinner we have when it's sweltering outside, it's almost odd to have something warm and homecooked. Begrudgingly I dragged myself into the kitchen, where I was greeted with my mum asking me to sort out the mess I'd left out on the table from doing last minute coursework on it this morning and text my sister. Rolling my eyes, I felt forced to agree, It wouldn't do anything its not like she'd show up.
Once I finished setting the table I decided to head upstairs, letting my mum know with a simple shout. Messily grabbing my coursework, carefully I made it up the stairs, cursing each bit of note paper that gell out of my splayed hands. Huffing as I emptied my hands I took myself halfway up and down the stairs picking paper up as I went in order to avoid my mothers tired wrath. Throwing it with the rest I finally came to terms with the gravity of it all; not wanting summer to end I still hadn't packed my things for the year ahead. All my clothes are washed and ready I just have a dreadful mental block when it comes to actually getting them in the suitcase. I have this slight issue with change I guess. Listen, I have been at this school since I was eleven. Sure, i'm excited yes but, it's been my life for almost seven years - i've grown up there moreso than i've done in my own home. Which honestly is weird and almost upsetting to think about. Most people my age never went to boarding school, and we are in a fortunate financial position where we can afford it - I wouldn't trade it for normal schooling but I would give anything not to have missed milestones with my loved ones.
Calling me down for dinner
my mum shattered my thoughts, "Coming!" I shouted and dabbed my eyes on my hoodie sleeves almost subconsciously, I didn't realise I'd begun crying. Chloe met me on the stairs accidentally we made an awkward attempt to bypass each other. You could cut the tension with a knife. Truthfully I was slightly startled as I thought she wasn't in the house, "Chloe? you know mum asked me to text you asking you to get your ass home," I leant against the bannister as we talked. "I've been home," She rolled her eyes as she talked. "home all night," She stormed past me and headed to the table. "Oh," All I could do was stand there and look stunned for a few seconds before I made my way down to join the rest of my family at the table.

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