Harper, 16, Manchester, Broadfield Rd
Although it's not recognised, being able to lie is a talent. And thankfully, I am very good at it.
8:17am shit. I toss on some clothes from the floor and turn my music up until I can no longer hear the world around me, only the gentle rumble of Liam Gallagher. I pick up my black converse from behind the door and leave for school. I sacrificed my morning coffee and breakfast for an extra hour in bed and I begin to regret my decision almost automatically.
I generally sit outside the corner shop before school with my head in a book. Because, besides the occasional nudges from troublesome children buying their daily supply of onion rings and 10p sweets, it is unusually relaxing and peaceful there. Benjie the owner, tends to reassure me each day that I am his favourite student at Manchester Academy, this is always the highlight of my day.
First period at school always reminds me of death. This is most probably due to the idea that like myself, most students feel like they are dying when the bell rings symbolising the start of school. I usually sit and imagine what everyone's lives would be like if I didn't exist or if I suddenly died, I have come to the conclusion that most would not even batter an eye lid.
Saturday is the best day of the week, Saturday 27th April 1996 is the best day of the year. Although only a band, Oasis are somewhat different to all the others. They overpower Arctic Monkeys, Blur, Stereophonics and Kaiser Chefs with their musical talent.
Gabe and Erica are already at the gates when I leave school. As I greet them, we all squeal with delight. Today is the day we see them live, we see Oasis live in 4 hours. Unlike the majority of Oasis "fans" at Manchester Academy, I know the words to not only Wonderwall but to any song you could name. Listen up, step out, slide away the list could go on.
3 hours to go.
The 3 of us all jump into the Vauxhall Cavalier and head off on the road. We light a joint and turn the stereo up. The journey seems to be over before it even started. We arrive at Maine Road only an hour later, after various toilet breaks and stops to buy more alcohol. Gabe, being designated driver is not drinking. Erica and I on the other hand, have had enough to damage our livers for the rest of our lives. It's worth it I tell myself. However, my attitude will change once I wake up tomorrow and regret every decision I make tonight.
