Home and work

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"I see you next week!"
Al leaves the bus station with her bags and waves. We had an awesome weekend and I forgot all my problems for once in my life. those problems really grab my focus 24/7.

I arrive at home too and my mum looks happy:"You start the 16the of July with work!"
Oh yeah. Entertain kids... 5 weeks, 8 hours a day! I am looking forward to it. My phone rings: notification from instagram; @imzachherron posted something new!

I check my notifications and put it away. I go upstairs, unpack my bags and play some music. I feel creativity welling up so I start drawing.
I end up with drawings of the boys, a giraffe and a llama. I look at my alarm clock and I see it is half past ten. I should go to sleep....

I close my eyes, happily. For once not with a tear rolling down.

The next day

"Ah, there you are Amber. Djino will be here in a few minutes." I look around. This will be my "work" for the next five weeks. It is pretty nice here; modern, nice people, new friends maybe. Because this is a camping site: in a forest, on the edge of a tiny village.

"Amber? You want to see what you are driving with?", Britt says. She is my coworker for the next few weeks.
"Yeah, but I am only 15. I may not drive yet.... "
She laughs and winks: "Girl. We don't care. Follow me." We walk to the garage and I see a golf car.

"No way! May I drive with that?! That is so cool!" I grab the keys and turn on the engine. This is super amazing! I drive with it for the next two hours and Djino helps me. The kids are somewhat mean to each other, but I am there to help. Most of them don't know the others who I help as well. After those hours, I have a one hour break.

Rest. I find a swing and lay down in it (it is a big swing). Luckily, I have my headphones with me. I put my playlist on shuffle and close my eyes. I shouldn't have done that. With these painful lyrics of Runner. A tear is rolling down my cheek as soon as my heart breaks again. The words, the pictures. I throw my headphones off and scream. Why can't I just forget it?

The pain...... My broken heart

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