That One Summer Holiday
If someone asked me what I hated the most, I wouldn't say spiders or heights or the way my mum talks on the phone when she is talking to her new boyfriend (3rd for the month), I would say summer holidays. The heat is unbearable, and it is just an excuse for my mother to pack suitcases and boogie boards into our old beat up Volvo and travel 3 hours to the coast. The Drive is the best part. All I have to do is sit in the air-conditioned car, put my headphones in my ears and close my eyes, with the hum of my music slowly drifting me off to sleep. My sister Claire in the back seat reading her little kid books continuously asking, are we there yet? Sitting next to her was my adorable little fluffy poodle, Jade.
"Honey?" my mother calls as she shakes me softly.
I opened my eyes slowly as they adjusted to the light. I looked up and stared. There in front of me, was the run down, old little shack mum calls a beach house. Not exactly what I call a holiday. I had no mobile reception except for at the lookout and on the beach, and the closest town was 25 kilometres away!
I immediately got out of the car, put my hot pink flip flops on, and walked down to the lookout. I got my phone out of my pocket and checked my messages. I had 14 messages, odd because I had never had that many. I looked who they were from and they were all from my friends; but the first one was from my boyfriend (of 2 ½ months). I opened and read it.
Babe,
This isn't working out. I don't think we should see each other anymore.
Take Care,
Zach.
I just sat there, staring at my phone. How, How, How could he! Breaking up over a text was a no go. It was not cool. You just didn't do it. I always thought he was different then that. I looked at the rest of messages and saw that they were all from my friends asking if I was alright. The one that stood out was the one from Heather, she never texted me, and frankly I didn't want her too. She was the school skank. She always had every boy after her and she thought that she was better then everyone else.
I'm really sorry to hear about you and Zach, are you alright? I would just like to say that I and he will now being seeing each other, so don't try taking him back. Thanks
Heather.
I couldn't believe how hurtful she could be. I went through the rest of the texts, my best friend Gabriella had sent me at least 10 of them asking me if I was alright; and telling me how she saw Zach and Heather together at the movies with her boyfriend Jansen so she threw popcorn at them. I laughed at the thought.
With my heart shattered I trudged back to the house. I walked straight passed my mum and Claire and went straight to my room. The little room was painted a horrible mint green colour. It had a bunk bed and a wardrobe. On the wall there was a window with the most gorgeous view. That was the only thing that made this place bearable, the view out this window. The house was on the top of a cliff, the window looked out over the entire ocean; the waves crashing against the sand and the rocks; the families playing cricket on the beach and of course the boys surfing. As much as I hated the beach and summer, this view was the best.
Mum called us to dinner; spaghetti, my favourite. We stared as my little sister Claire ate her spaghetti out of the bowl like a dog. She was copying Jade. She is always copying animals. Last week she was pretending to be a horse. Something was wrong in that girls head. After dinner we sat in front of the TV. I watched for about 20 minutes and then I left. I couldn't stop thinking about what happened with Zach.
As I lay in bed thoughts ran through my head. Zach, School, Heather…. I decided that while I was here, I would finally clear my head, and start new. I slowly drifted off to sleep dreaming of nothing but that view.
