Life After Separation

Week 2

Sunday 28 September 2014

Today our local football club went to Croke Park for the Ladies Gaelic Football All-Ireland's in Junior, Intermediate and Senior levels. In the Juniors, New York played against Wexford. We were late and only got to watch he second half of it. Wexford won, even though New York had put up a good fight and here was only a couple of points in between at the end.

Afterwards was the intermediates for Down and Fermanagh. At the very start, Down pulled way ahead and it stayed that way until the final whistle blew. In the end Down beat Fermanagh by about 20 points. It was an extremely one-sided game.

The final match was the seniors, Dublin and Cork. Dublin were winning by five or six points up until the last ten minutes when Cork started catching up on them. It went from Cork being six points down to them being equal within five minutes. The last few minutes was a battle to see who would score the adrenalin fuelled points first, and keep one ahead the whole way to the last blow of the whistle. It was drawing, then Dublin one point ahead, then tying, then Cork one point ahead, then another point for Cork, next two points for Dublin bringing the score board back to the same for each team. With fifty-seven seconds to go, Cork scored two points in quick succession, bringing them ahead. They managed to win the ball from the oppositions kick out, and keep possession for the final agonising seconds. The clock on the big screen reached fifteen and everybody in the stadium started counting down the seconds. The air was filled with so much tension, you could have grabbed a knife and sliced right through it. Cork managed to keep cool though, and won a free kick in the final five seconds. They didn't get to take it though as they knew that the trophy was as good as won, so they wasted time until the stopwatch reached zero, and then the celebrations began. The girl holding the ball dropped to her knees and buried her face in her hands. Her teammates were running after each other and jumping Ito hugs and onto each other's backs. Some just stood there, shellshocked, like they couldn't believe it. It was really inspiring seeing how much that title meant to them, that even though they had just gone through such physical exertion during the match, when they were crowned as champions it obviously meant so much to them, that they still had enough energy so that they could just scream and yell and run and jump like they had won the lottery.

The bus ride back was good. I kind of felt left out for the first hour, then I got into the Craic and had a great time, taking selfies for snapchat and lock screens, talking about celebrities, arguing over one direction and five seconds of summer being gay or bisexual or not, typical teenage talk. We also annoyed the chaperones by pulling closed the curtains on the windows and switching of the lights, then crawling around scaring each other. It was great fun.

When I got home, I was so tired I literally fell asleep as soon as my head touched the pillow.

Monday 29 September 2014

Today was a great day. I was happy all day, and I didn't become unconcentrated during class at school. I was really focused and content.

Even after all that, nothing much happened today, but I didn't want to leave out a day so I just wrote this but there is nothing else.

Yeah so that's all.

Tuesday 30 September 2014

Today was okay until P.E., which was a double class directly after lunch. At the end, one of the girls, not naming names, asked me when my Dad was moving, and that was when I realised it. It was fucking tomorrow. How had it managed to creep up so quickly? It still felt like it should have been another two weeks before he was leaving. I panicked. I started gibbering nonsense about how it was tomorrow and it was too soon and stuff. Then I just fell silent, too shocked to speak. Katie made me find someone to talk to, but Ms Maguire wasn't there so we tried to find Eysha but she wasn't there either. Then we decided to go to Ms Gorby, the deputy head as a last resort, and on our way we found Eysha. She asked us were we alright, as we must have looked a bit fed up or upset, and I told her that I had only just realised it was tomorrow that Dad was going. She said that there wasn't a lot we could do, as she was running an anti-bullying programme with the first years which was compulsory, and then the next class was practise for our First Year Mass, and that was important too, so I just had to man up and act normal.