42 Days, 15 Hours, 7 Minutes

43 Days

I check the date. It is 43 days until I go back. I've been living in a small town near Vancouver since September and now I'm down to 43 days here. I can't wait to see my best friend and my parents, and my brother, and my dogs, and... pretty much everyone I know. While it has been fun here, I'm ready to let everything in the past and look into a new present. I've changed, I'm not the same Olivia as I was before. I mean, for starters I was 15 and now I'm 16 so I guess there's that. Also, there's how crazy and careless I've become and how hardcore I turned out to be too. I think moving away from home does that to a person. I think I'm ready though.

When I stop dreaming about life, I snap back to reality. Oh, how does that statement remind me of my M&M's? I better eat them before they melt and I get a bar of rainbowy chocolate with tons of trans fat... I don't care though, 43, 43, 43.

If there's something to be said about me is that I drift away easily and with very talented skill. I might be there but trust me, I'm not. I'll snap back with some totally unrelated shit nobody ever thought I would say if I'm interrupted during my process. It's just the way it goes.

The bell rings again and it's Monday after school. A thousand things go through my head but I don't know where to go now. I mean, it IS a pretty small town so I really don't have many options...

"Oli, you coming to Kaylor? We're thinking 230 afterwards. If you want a drink it's 5, Jan says", Laura says.

Maybe for somebody that doesn't speak 'international student' that cannot make sense at all but for me and all of us, it's pretty obvious. Kaylor means Kaylor Mall Food Court, where we all meet every day. 230 means the park on 230th street, where we hang out on evenings. 5 is the amount of money I should pay if I want to drink alcohol on a Monday. Lastly, Jan is German and Laura is Mexican.

"I'm going to Kaylor but I don't think 230", I say. I don't want to drink on a Monday or be responsible over drunk people on such day.

Maybe it is crazy but I feel like everyone here is just getting out of hand. This 13 year old boy smokes weed with 18 year old people and he acts like them. Laura and her friends are serious whores. My best friend went back home already six months ago so I'm now just friends with people and I miss my dog. I've lived it, I've liked it and I think I've outgrown it.

I'm ready to go home now.