Monday
The wet grass soaks through my Toms and into my socks but I don't mind. Usually I hate Mondays like everyone else but today is the first day of school holidays. Three weeks of freedom await me. Most teenagers spend their holidays going to movies and parties and hanging out at the same shopping centre with the same people for 3 days straight but not me. My family hates that I spend 90% of my holidays by myself but in my defence I just spent 10 weeks surrounded by a bunch of wankers who I despise so excuse me for taking 2 of my 3 weeks to read and catch up on tv shows.
It's 11am and usually I'd be asleep but its holidays and I'm kicking it off with a personal day.
Dressed in black skinny jeans, a burgundy hoodie and black Toms I wander slowly through the back streets of my neighbourhood, music pulsing through my ears and weaving its way into my blood stream to be distributed throughout my body.
"I'm not searching the sky for a reason to live
'cause I found beauty right here and found the passion to give."
The air is cold but the sun is warm. With a smile etched on my face I take a deep breath and relax myself.
You're okay.
I push my shoulder against the door to open it, the sweet smell of coffee and pastry hits me like a truck. There's only 3 other people in the shop. I find an empty booth at the back of the cafe and slink into the soft fabric. Beside be someone speaks but it's muffled by my music.
I look up to a boy with a crooked smile and messy hair covering his forehead standing over me. Black skinny jeans, black t-shirt, brown apron around his waist with a note pad and pen in hand. I pull out my headphones,"Pardon?"
"Can I get you anything?" He repeats.
"Umm...hot chocolate with skim milk, please," I murmur. He scribbles my order down and flashes that crooked smile once again before walking off. Headphones back in I relax.
"I know that it's hard to let go of our pasts
but in each one of us there is hope for fresh starts."
I put my bag on the chair and pull out my book. Papertowns by John Green. I lean against the cold brick and adjust myself till I'm comfortable and begin to lose myself in the pages.
"Hot chocolate with skim milk." I'm brought back to reality.
"Thanks."
I look at my phone. 11:20. Perfect.
"So when you leave this earth, when your heart stops you'll see,
There's no choir of angels,
there's no gods to meet."
More words covered by music. Headphones out.
"Sorry what?" I ask holding my page.
"I asked if there was anything wrong with your drink, you haven't touched it."
"Yes I have," I lie. Glancing at the now cold mug sitting in front of me.
The crooked smile changes into a frown.
"Are you okay?" He asks leaning on the table.
"Sure." Another lie.
Frown.
"I don't usually say this but, I get off at 12. If you want to talk to anyone, stick around."
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It's been awhile since I've written anything so I figured I'd start a new story and see where it goes.
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