I stare at the wide open sea, the atmosphere is calm and there is a sweet scent in the air. I watch as the waves battle each other and think just how much has gone past during these last six months.
I finally finished my exams, for 2 years I kept myself away from any distractions in order to get these results but yet I was still not fully satisfied.
I let out a long sigh. Perhaps I'm being stupid... I should be more than happy, I mean I'm lucky to even get this far, most students this year didn't even get the results they wanted. So why am I complaining?
Well at least its summer. Which could only mean that the enduring six week holiday is about to start.
I'm suddenly snapped out of my trance of endless thoughts when I hear my mum's bellowing voice rattle against my ears.
"Lyla have you packed yet? You're leaving tomorrow and you have to make sure you have everything before you leave!'
Yes that's right for the next month I'm going traveling. Its exactly what I need. A break from exams, stress and family issues and what could be even more perfect than having a good time in the sun.
Did I also forget to mention that I'll get break from my rather overprotective parents for awhile too ?
"I already packed my clothes, I just need to pack my toiletries and buy some creams and stuff,” I yell down the hall way.
I take a step back and close the balcony windows in front of me and allow the shutting noise to echo down the hall way.
Honestly is just me or do all mums tend to have a continuous nagging effect on their daughters?
So here I am packing my rather large suitcase with bundles of clothes, first aid kit, travels guides and what not. In fact half the things I pack in here probably won’t even be used at all. After 10 or 12 minutes of me walking around my room like a mad woman looking for endless items to pack, I notice a small figure standing at the doorway of my bedroom watching my every movement. I step a little closer only to find my mum staring at me intently
“Mum?” I ask, quizzically
She looks at me up and down; I can see that the wrinkles on her face have dug in more deeply. Not to mention the dark circles that exists around her eyes. There are bits of grey hair starting to extend at the roots of her long brown hair. How old is my mum again? 40 …. 41ish? Man what has happened to her over these last couple of months?
“Have you got everything?” she says in a low tone,
“Yeah, I’ve pretty much got everything. I just need to pop into the shop and get some extra stuff,” I reply , trying to sound as reassuring as possible with a confident smile.
She nods subtly, “Your dad called.” She says with a stern. There is no emotion shown upon her face , except her hazel green eyes seem to have become darker in color.
“Ermmm … Ok, I’ll go visit him later,” I say casually
She flinches “Ok, but don’t forget to finish off your packing,” she says quickly and starts to walk away to the stairs
I hate it when we have these awkward conversations, another reason why I’m looking forward to the holidays. Ever since my mum and dad have split about 6 months ago, things have never been the same.
***
10 months ago
"So Mum have your enjoyed today ?" I ask cheerily
The musty coloured sand grains wriggled against my feet as we walked down the peaceful beach. It was around 5 o'clock in the evening and the sun had started to descend across the sky.
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Fantasy“Oh who says I’m normal, in fact this entire place is not normal and I think you'll find that you're not as normal as you think, Lyla” My eyes widen, the smug look upon his face seemed to have mentally drown me. Lyla can't wait for the summer hols t...
