Fall through the cracks (Luke Hemmings)

June’s point of view’

(One year ago)

E-Buddy Entry #1-

Okay first of all I am not in any way interested in this assignment Principle Everson has set up the grade 10 students to complete. AT ALL. Just putting it out there so if you are some preppy stuck up bitch who will do anything to get on the principle’s good side please don’t respond. Instead of replying to this just check your Facebook while you’re pretending to send a detailed emotional message about how you felt when your cat Lucky got hit by the ice-cream truck back in 07. If this description doesn’t match your personality feel free to reply, just don’t expect me to actually give a fuck. – J

Fuck Mr. Everson and fuck this. If it wasn’t worth 20% of my English grade then I wouldn’t be doing this, hell I would probably be out skipping with Mazy if I didn’t have to this dumbass idea. What was the purpose of giving us a random sophomore partner to email and talk about our ‘feelings’? If I wanted to tell people what I thought then I would speak to them, in PERSON. God, adults can be so dumb sometimes!

A loud ringing noise cut me off from my ranting. I quickly logged off after sending the email and jumped out of my seat only to run into Mr. Hotshot, Greyson Sanders. “Sorry.” I mutter as I sidestep him and quickly exit the class.

“June!” A loud male voice practically yelled as I walked through the halls. As I turned I saw Greyson holding my notes up high in the air as if someone would steal it. “You forgot this!” He said with a big goofy grin. I give him a small smile in return and reach over to get it back. He pulls it out of reach and speaks his grin getting even bigger, “Ah, ah, ah! Not until you agree to go out with me on Friday.” I did the first thing I thought of, I raised my hand and ‘SLAP!’ Whoops.

(Present day)

“June, get up, the flight leaves in 3 hours!” My mother softly whispered as she patted my cheek. As my eyes slowly opened I realized what day it is, moving day. SHIT. I get out of bed and put on the comfiest thing I could find. I pulled my oversized Roots sweater over my head and my favourite pair of leggings. As I looked in the bathroom mirror I saw how prominent my dark circles were and decided to dab some concealer over it. After pulling my strawberry blonde hair up in a messy bun I left the hotel room with my mom and waited in the car as she checked out. We didn’t talk much on the drive there, as we were both exhausted due to our 5am flight. After we arrived and had gotten on the plane my mother and I were chatting about how excited we were about Australia, scratch that, how excited SHE was about Australia. As she slowly drifted off I began wondering why she would want to move to Sydney. Our life back in Toronto was something many people would be jealous of, I had the greatest friend a girl could have, a really nice apartment right by the CN tower and went to a catholic high school which, sadly made us wear uniforms. Other than the uniforms and the dumbass principle it was nice. Most importantly though, I had the best boyfriend you could find, up until 3 days ago when we mutually agreed that being on the opposite side of the world would make it kind of hard to be together. For many people who move, it’s the opportunity for a better job but for my mom, it was ‘Hey honey let’s throw away everything we’ve been building on for the land of the Aussies!’ She told me how she wanted to go before her 45th birthday coming up in April as that was the age limit for foreigners to enter the country. I didn’t speak to her for a good 3 weeks before I realized how childish I was being but hey, I was 16!

I looked at my phone and saw that we had 20 minutes until we got off. I woke my dazed mother and showed her the time. Once she realized where we were she went ballistic! Babbling about her new job, which by the way was no better than her old one and how she was so excited to see our new apartment which apparently is right by the ocean.

I interrupted her to ask a question that she had completely forgot to tell me, where I was going to school. “Oh honey! That completely passed my mind, I was just so eager to go I forgot!”

I slowly analyzed this and widened my eyes. “You mean you forgot to enroll me?” I asked cautiously not trying to overreact.

“What? Hell no! I meant I forgot to tell you that you’re going to public school not catholic!”

 I let out a sigh of relief. “Does that mean no uniforms?” I asked hopefulness clear in my voice. She gave me a gigantic grin and nodded. I matched her grin and gave her a big hug as we exited the plane.

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