Letters

Chapter Three

The sun beamed through the cracks at the side of my cream blind, and I opened my eyes to the sight of my Mother, rushing around my small room, picking up socks from the floor and shoving them in my washing basket.

"MUM! It's 7am...what the hell are you doing?"

She shot her brown eyes in my direction.

"Don't talk to me like that, Please young Lady." She replied sharply.

I sighed, told her to get out of my room, and turned over to go back to sleep.

But I couldn't convince myself I was feeling okay.

I eventually picked myself up out of bed, turned the light on and looked into the mirror. I had forgotten to take off my makeup, so I had black lines of dry mascara stained on my red cheeks.

I slipped off my pyjama shorts and buckled up my kilt ready for school. I whipped off my stripy t-shirt and buttoned up my blouse.

Once I was dressed and I had done my hair, I made my way into the kitchen. I could smell something baking, and saw my mum was heating up croissants ready for breakfast. She looked in my direction, and smiled at me.

I gave her a slight smile and sat at the table, face palming at the thought of going to school and going through another day with no one to talk to about the things I couldn't share with my friends.

"So darling, anything exciting happenings at school today?" she asked me.

"No, Mum. It's school"

I bluntly replied, feeling quite bad as she was being so friendly.

But what did she expect? She knew I disliked school.

When I finally had my bag packed and I was ready to leave, my Dad came stumbling down the stairs, walked straight past me, and made himself a coffee.

"Dad, it's 8 o'clock... can we leave now please?" I said, sweetly.

"Oh for gods sake, let me wake up a bit first, Jesus!" He moaned back at me; I felt disheartened at his tone of voice, I was fed up with his grumpy mood swings and mean sounding comments.

It seemed I had no one to talk to about it now Miss Collins had left. I missed her so much; just seeing her face every day cheered me up. And now I couldn't speak to her, or even see her smile.

It was the last day of school and we all sat in our usual places, on the floor in the RE block by the field. It was where Miss Collins and Mr Jones usually came walking round together, holding their walkie talkies that everyone laughed at. They were such good friends at our school, and they both left on the same day. Mr Jones was getting a better job somewhere, but he didn't even know Miss Collins was getting fired. It wasn't fair. None of it.

We said goodbye to all our friends at the end of the day, and waved at the teachers as we walked out the school.

"Have a nice Summer!" They all called across the carpark.

"Umm... Sure!?" I replied, not convinced I would.

Emma, Catherine, Jessie, Katie and I all walked down the road. Catherine turned around, and burst into tears. Of course it was the last time she'd see our school and everyone in it before she moves away. We all stood by the road and wrapped our arms around eachother.