"I'm so glad it's finally time to go!" I exclaimed, dragging my 'Louis Vuitton' holdall behind me towards the double decker coach parked by the school sports hall. My sister Bethany returned my excited grin, her blue eyes masked by her large white sunglasses. She had pulled her shoulder length, blue-black hair into a side braid for the journey. She had all of her stuff in her massive rugby kit bag. Our uncle had given us a lift to the school as Dad was working. Mum kissed us each and they waved but they didn't stick around.
I noticed my friend Rob stood with his Mum and Gran. Rob was a real BFG (big friendly giant for those who don't know). I'd known him since reception at primary school, so about 10 years. We also planned to go to Year 11 prom together next school year. He waved as we approached and his Mum gave me a hug. We stood around discussing the 25 hour journey and how it was my first time on a ferry. We were travelling to Italy by coach, our hometown to Dover, Dover to Calais and then on to Italy (through France, Belgium, Luxembourg, Switzerland and then France again). During this conversation an evil gust of wind blew my black skater skirt up round my ears, Marilyn Monroe style. I was forced to lean against the wall and laugh it off.
A few moments later Josh Riley wandered over with his Mum. He was wearing a stupid birdwatcher hat over his unruly, curly dark blonde hair, a checked shirt and navy blue, knee-length shorts. Josh and I had met at Fresher's Camp in Year 7, we got into this dance off at the Disco and ended up dating for the first 6 months of that year. We ended roughly but were still friends. "Hey Josh," I smiled. "Hello all," he addressed the 5 of us. His Mum than chatted to Rob's and the two boys struck up a conversation. Beth wandered off to talk to her mates and I was left awkwardly standing there, bored. I took out my mobile and text my best friend Ali, true to form, she didn't reply.
Moments later my friend John joined us. John was a total brainbox and a musician. We planned to got to Oxford and live and study medicine together. John was tall and solidly-built, he was reasonably toned. He had a cascade of sandy blonde hair and a long (but proportional) face, because of this his long hair hung around his cheeks and the nape of his neck. On anyone else it would look sappy but it suited him. Today he was wearing a summer straw fedora, a white shirt with three buttons undone, khaki shorts and a weird Hindu symbol on his chest on a necklace, he looked every inch the indie musician. He smiled at me and joined Rob and Josh's conversation.
