Leaps

Leaping for the moon

Friday 29th April 2017

Todays the day, last day of Secondary school before leaving for college. I am still conflicted and battling with my inner self on whether I made the right decision to leave everyone and more to America. Yes, it has always been my dream but living my dream is coming with so many consequences. It means I'm leaving Eliot, the boy ive loved for almost 3 years its painful yes and I'll miss him like hell but its not as if its going to be the last time i ever see him. I'll be back for Christmas, and until then there's Facetime. 

Mum keeps making jokes about me falling for some buff American jock but i cant see it happening. They're so different to me. I think that's one of the main things I'm afraid of. If American colleges really are like what movies such as Bad Neighbours show them to be I'm dead. Blended into the background and  I'll be the weird loner girl and no one wants that. 

Anyway todays the last day of school which means all the boo hoos goodbyes and all that jazz. Just a shame I don't get to spend summer with everyone like I was planning  since the flights got mixed up. Anyway cant forget the water balloons for later.

"Daisy" I heard as I shut over my diary once again just like I did every morning. "C'mon hurry you can't be late for school on your last day, Kaitlin will be waiting" I knew she was right Kaitlin would be waiting on me and just with that thought the door bell rang "Someone's at your door, Someone's at your door" it called out. My mum bought it off of some weird "hip and trendy" website. She thought it was much more enjoyable than just the normal chimes. However its not at all enjoyable when the postman comes to deliver something at 9am on a Saturday, and your awoken by the deep graspy voice of an Australian man telling you there's someone at your door. You'd actually be amazed at the amount of times I've woken up thinking that we're getting  burgled. 

I slid my slightly ripped pink converse boots on, grabbed my button covered old rucksack and made my way down the stairs, to see Kaitlin there. Her hair looking like she'd been electrocuted with how fizzy it was, tussled and twisted in every direction possible. I always liked it that way though. It matched perfectly with her auburn hair and pale skin. We had many inside jokes around how pale she was believe me, but then again I cant really tell you any since then they wouldn't be inside jokes y'know (Thanks for understanding). Swinging they keys to her 2002 Vauxhall Corsa she smiled and said "late as usual I see" I ran and hugged her. Her warm embraces were what kept me sane most of the times. We had been besties since day 1 and the feeling that, all that might be ripped away frightens the living shit out of me if I'm completely honest. "Last day, damn. Never thought this day would come where were gonna be ripped apart like two Siamese twins getting their surgery" I laughed at my own joke as Kaitlin rolled her eyes and took out her phone to check the time. 

"Shit we're going to be late" Kaitlin panicked as my horrified mother walked out of the kitchen. "Language Kaitlin Jones, remember I know your mother" I giggle and kiss her check before closing the door behind me to have my first ever last day of secondary school. Hearing my mum shout behind me.

"Remember, Leap for the moon, girls"