Under the Palm Trees

Thoughts

 I  am so thrilled, I don't even know what to do! But I think I will just stick to jumping and screaming and running a lap in our garden! We are going to Thailand for 2 weeks!!! (in the warm, sunny beach, with two coctails in each hand...wait, what?) We will be doing all kinds of activities, like cammel riding and sunbathing all day long!

To be honest, I really needed a break from school, away from the problems and assignments. What kind of problems does a teenager face, you would ask. Well, a lot, like picking a college, coming up with a profession that you would love to do for the rest of your boring life. Yeah, I know, not really a happy person, but what can I do? 

I promised myself that I won't take my laptop with me so that I won't have any temptations to look at Google Classroom and do all of my assignments. Ok, I'd like to have good grades, but I shouldn't terrorize myself with school over the holidays, I should just relax and have a great 2 weeks with my amazing family. Am I right?  

Our flight will depart in 40 minutes. Maintenant, I am sitting on a bench near the toilet (which by the way smells awful) and am thinking my life through (for the fifth time), since no one is talking to me and a teenage girl gets bored pretty quickly. I started off with playing games on my phone, but my battery in now on 30% and I don't want to waste it, only on the 10-hour-long flight. 

Fun fact, we are going to Ao Nang, a beautiful reasort nearby a wonderful beach. I'd really love to finally take some professional photos with my new camera that I got at the beginning of the year, for photography class. I am honestly in love with it, and I love how colorful and alive the photos look on that tiny screen. 

My parents also love photography, so I guess it's in our family's genes (except Isaac's, my brother, he doesn't even know what the term "art" means). My mom, Sophie inherited most of my granparent's artsy genes, since she is an amazing renovator. She takes abandoned, haunted houses and makes them look modern and stylish, that everyone wants to buy. I am not kidding.

 My dad, Justin is the most trusted and the kindest policeman in our town. He is a cheaf, so everyone, even the fanciest-looking policemen work for him. Fun fact, being the daugher of a policeman gives you advantages like none of the mean girls mock you, not a single dumb boy makes fun of how much you love to read (yeah, I'm the nerd in our grade), and all of my teachers know him and they know how special we are. Or he is. Or I am(?).

Isaac also enjoys advantages of being the cheaf's son, like being able to date as many girls as he wants. All the girls in school have a thing for him, even my besties do! But whatever, as long as they don't date (for very good reasons) him, it's fine to adore his virtue. By the way he  is 18 years old, which means that as a big, adult brother, he wants to protect me from everything. Literally everything. There was this one time when I dated a guy, and he almost beat him up when he broke up with me for a "better-looking" chic. It was kind of scary, but at least I know that I can rely on him no matter what and can talk to him like a true sibling.

 Ohh, I'm going to miss Sara and Livvyso much! I cannot even live a single day without talking to my besties! It's going to be awful (and expensive) talking on the phone, instead of meeting at our usual place at Nigel's! Our squad or band or however you want to call it is the most popular in our school. Everyone wants to be like us. (just kidding, just kidding!) 

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 I looked in the mirror, placed next to me, my thoughts wandering in my head like the tiny molecules of the air in a classroom. My brown hair is in a very messy bun that looks like a pile of poop on the top of my head. My eyes look tired of waiting and I have large, purple bags under my green eyes, that show proof that I haven't slept well these days. But the most horrible thing on my face are my eyebrows. They look so slovenly that I would give a totally different definition to those things. It would sound someting like "the heap of some kind of hair above my eyes which do not have any shape and are scattered on the surface of the skin".  

"Honey, are you all right?" mom put a hand on my shoulder, making my look at her. I wonder how we are related, since I didn't inherit her beautiful features, nnot even her big, chocolate brown eyes. 

"Yeah, I was just lost in thought for a minute." I smiled at her comfortingly, making her worry disappear into thin air. 

"Okay, then." wrinkles appeared near her eyes as she smiled back "Guys, we need to go if we don't want to miss our plane tooooo...THAILAAAND!" she turned to the other two members of our family. I swear to God I haven't seen her this happy since...since never.