Tilda-
It's a monday morning, that fact alone ensures I have reason to be in a shit mood. But my gut knows that today is going to be worse than usual, call it a gift or a curse but I can always tell how badly a day is going to pan out.
I cross the road, I must have passed at least fifty people. Stupidly I think of how busy Boston is, I know that it's a city and that it would be crawling with people rushing to work and tourists dawdling around soaking in the "culture" . But it is mindcrunching how many faces you walk past, probably never seeing them again but still all sharing the same experince of the city. I think of mum at home making coffee and listening to Van Morrison on the stereo, I feel guilty for leaving the apartment so early but I had to get out, get some fresh air. Ironically I light a cigarette, okay so the fresh air excuse was bullshit. To be fair to myself it is beyond caustraphobic in that apartment, the five of us all sqaushed, we're basically living on top of each other. I look around, the idea of living here still hasn't sunk in. I mean for a girl who was born and raised in England, this is strange. Checking the time I see that i'm probably going to be late for school, oh no. Damn. Bummer. I might as well just go home then?
I shake my head. School's going to be different this time. No more trouble, I can't imagine my mum could handle it this time round with all the stuff she's dealing with right now. Half the stuff wasn't my fault anyway. Nobody can partake in a food fight solo, others were involved. I chuckle to myself as I think of home, a man passing stares at me for a split second then carries on with his day. Nothing he hasn't seen before, there's a million nutjobs in Boston.
