Right One- Wrong Time

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Right One- Wrong Time

 

“Promise me that after everything that has happened that you will keep away from boys at least until your exams are over?” my best friend, Sally, pleaded me.

“I promise, I’m not wanting to fall for any inconsiderate ass face yet” I said honestly. I wasn’t looking for that thing everyone else was hoping to find every corner they turned. It was stupid and only left you broken; if it makes you happy it’ll crush you. If you’re wondering, that’s my view on love.

“Good, now I’ve got to get going, my parents will kill me if I’m late for our flight.” Sally called over her shoulder as she started walking away before jogging home. Some people were lucky enough to have parents to take them out to Egypt for a week that the spring holiday lies on, meaning they can be tanning whilst revising leaving the rest of us...well just revising. I wasn’t going to be doing that the whole holiday; I had gotten myself a little volunteering place at the holiday club. You get paid £5 a day, not a lot but it’s about helping the children have fun, not the money or the chance to show it off to universities or employers...but you can do that too.

I wish I had put some music on before I started painting my nails; it would have helped fill the dragging silence now Sally was gone. I knew I’d have to put earphones in when my parents got home from work, only way I can revise and drown out their constant arguing. They were never married, just decided to stay partners instead of flouncing off a shit load of money for a signed piece of paper to say they loved each other. I mean, they had loved each other maybe at some point in their relationship, but not anymore. Dad has a new girlfriend, and that’s why my mum hates him more. She feels replaced, and I don’t blame her. I haven’t been getting much attention lately. I say lately; I mean for the last few years of my life. Before, they gave me the attention when I needed it, like when I’d fall over, or get bullied, but as I got older they didn’t notice anymore. I’m basically a tenant in my own home. At least tomorrow I’ll be away from it and having fun with some children.

Will the other helpers be nice? I’m sure some of them come from my school, in the year above because my year is only just old enough to help and my year group are the most selfish and thoughtless group yet. If there are people from the year above, I hope they knew second to nothing about what I did and what happened. I don’t need reminders of it; it was months ago since I managed to break free. I’ve had pity from people, them feeling sorry for me because they’ve heard a little about what happened and wonder how I manage to still walk tall and act like nothing happened giving everything that did happen. I’ve actually been asked by someone how I manage to still smile after such a dick move pulled by someone. I just smiled and said ‘I couldn’t have done it without my friends, they helped pick me up when I fell, even although they didn’t know what the hell happened.’ It’s true, they had watched what slipped through the cracks and made public eye, but they had no idea the full extent of it. And when I fell, they picked me up and brushed off the dust and I sincerely love them for it. I couldn’t have done it without them.

“Ally, I’m home!” I heard my mother shout upstairs. I rolled my eyes and quickly pressed lightly on all my nails and pulling out my earphones and iPod.

“OK” was my only reply before I let myself drift into myself and let the music flow through me. Yeah, I’m a strange person but hey, who isn’t at some level?

I let Imagine Dragons- Demons play loudly as I tapped my fingers to the beat. Not to sound cliché or anything but this song, I feel, really describes my general feeling and mood to the world and myself. I feel like I have a demon lurking inside, hidden in my mind but showing in my eyes. I’m full of secrets, but I prefer to say mysteries so I don’t sound so dark and creepy.