My head fills with the overpowering noise of my alarm, my stomach fills with dread. School.
I stand up, still barely conscious, and patter into the bathroom. I look in the mirror and groan. My hair is like a bush, straggly and as frizzy as ever, my eyes look black with sleep deprivation and my skin is blotchy and dry.
I grab my makeup bag and sit in front of my mirror, teeth freshly brushed I feel marginally better; I grab my foundation and blend it into my skin, conceal my under eye circles and apply mascara. It livens me up at least a tiny bit.
Pulling on my uniform I look outside and sigh. Although the holidays may be over, summer clings to Treaddur Bay like a limpet; the sun shines down brighter than ever, twinkling off the sea like thousands of tiny stars.
I grab a brush and rip it through my unruly mane, I split it into two halves and begin to plait it.
I grab a banana out of the fruit bowl on the way to the front door; I'm positive, even now, that I won't eat it.
"I'm going to school!" I shout, I get no reply but if I'm honest I wasn't expecting one; Dad will be at work, Mum will be asleep.
I wander along the sea front, until I reach a little bit of pavement leaning over into the beach and wait for Elliot, I know he'll be late, always is, too busy perfecting his hair, he's worth the wait though, he's been there since we were little and I tell him everything, I can't wait to tell him about this summer.
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RomanceViolet returns from a holiday abroad, positively buzzing with excitement to tell her best friend all about her summer passion with the boy in the apartment next door. But Elliot has problems of his own and Violet is struggling to keep her summer lov...
