A Summer Of Songs.

And When Summers Gone?

I looked up at the massive noticebourd in front of me and wondered ‘does anyone ever look at it and understand it?’ the perfect blond girl was looking down at me her bright white teeth mocking my brace clad metal mouth. She was holding a water bottle and that was all it didn’t seem to have much meaning to it, but bus adverts never really seem to. The bus stopped and I was jolted forward trying my hardest to stay upright and not end up in the lap of the boy sitting next to me. The bus was about to start moving again when I realised that we were at my stop I yelped and jumped off. ‘Stupid bus service’ I muttered under my breath. I love living with my nans on our house boat, the squeaky cow, but the only problem is that no-one except Faith can drive and she never wants to drive me to work when she’s trying to look after Sunny. As soon as I can I am going to learn how to drive then I will never have this problem again.  I have my whole life planned out. Although I don’t expect it to happen perfectly but in my dreams its something along the lines of, meeting my perfect boy – just taller than me, tanned with blonde hair and brown eyes- in high school, being high school sweet hearts, him having to leave for some job thing, then he realises he cant live with out me so comes home where we will live happily ever after. But my life’s not a story book. I never know what’s going to happen next, and I can’t turn to the last page to see how it turns out in the end, but what’s to stop a girl from dreaming?