Wednesday
I was really ill this morning, and so the first thing I did was to run into the bathroom to be sick. I think maybe it was the cold pizza I had for tea last night. Thinking about it, I think it'd been there for a couple of days. After I'd splashed my face with water I felt a bit better, so I went and found my favourite black sweater to cheer me up. Now, most kids would take the day off if they were ill, but that's because they could sit on the couch and watch tv and have their mum bring them cups of chicken soup. Well, it's not so fun by yourself. I used to enjoy it when I was little, but now I think it's better to be in school. I grabbed my sketch pad and left the house, not trusting my stomach enough to have breakfast, and headed down the road. The air was kinda crisp, but not cold this morning, and after a few minutes it made me feel a lot better. Walking is the best cure for sickness any day. I went down Highfield road today, and sat outside the pet shop for a bit, as my legs were a bit wobbly. I saw a kid walk past with a bright red, gooey lollipop. She was about eight years old and dressed from head to toe in sickly pink, her ginger hair only adding to the effect. It should be made illegal in my eyes. I didn't have much time to spend at houses, and when I got to number 56 it wasn't that interesting. It must have been bingo the night before, because Mr and Mrs Davies were both sleeping soundly in twin armchairs. I drew a quick sketch of them, trying to capture the slight smile on his face, or the way their hands just touched, comfortable in their existence together. I got to school just on time, and took my place at the back of the class. The guys from the store yesterday were writing something rude about Mr Doherty on the board, something about the Irish and their performance in bed. I looked around briefly, and there was a guy in my class looking at me. He has scruffy clothes, and a cigarette was tucked behind one ear. It unnerved me a bit, so I looked away quickly. The lessons were really boring, but luckily nobody had noticed I was away. I wasn't really surprised – I've missed weeks before without anyone noticing. Iwent up to the art room again, and worked on a clay model, although my clay kept going dry. There was a boy in the room, and he passed me the bucket of water. I smiled at him to say thanks, but he'd already looked away. It's the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me. After school I went down to the lake again. It loked totally different to the day before, as the sky had a pinkish tinge to it, and it left reflections over the water. Somebody had tied a small boat on to it, and it was added to my pictures. I was really glad I'd packed an apple in my bag the day before, as it meant I could munch away on it at the same time as sketching. The time carried itself away, and so when I decided to go it was getting quite dark. I started the climb back through the trees to the road, when I heard laughing and jeering. A group of teenagers had made their way down from makeout point, probably with the intentions of skinnydipping, and had seen me. There were seven of them in all, three girls and four boys. One of the boys was trying to see how far his tongue would go down the nearest girls throat, and two of the girls were giggling together. One of the other boys lurched towards me, several bottles in his hands. I backed off, but found a tree behind me, stopping me. "Hey, it's the basketcase form school!" he slurred at me, lurching nearer. "Hey girlie, want some vodka? Come on, it'll make you cool". By now he was so close to me I could smell the stale mix of alcohol on his breath. I started to panic, and so I pushed him away from me and ran past up the hill. I could hear them all laughing, and his mates talking about his 'new girlfriend' but luckily nobody followed me. I ran all the way back home and locked the door on my room. Only then could I collapse, shaking on to my bed. I suddenly realised that my stomach was rumbling, and I hadn't had more than an apple all day, so I went downstairs. I'm naturally skinny, and so at one point I tried not eating to see if my mum would notice. She didn't, so now I always make sure the fridge is stocked up. When I came downstairs I noticed that my parents were home watching a television programme. "How wa your day Allison?" My mum called, and my heart leapt, but then I realised that she had already started talking to my dad, and answering would be pointless. I grabbed a couple of slices of bread and buttered them, Pouring sugar and cereal over them, I sat down at the table and ate it quickly. I left the plate in the sink, as washing up the plates is the one job my mother actually remembers to do. Today was tiring, so I sank into bed gratefully.
I was really ill this morning, and so the first thing I did was to run into the bathroom to be sick. I think maybe it was the cold pizza I had for tea last night. Thinking about it, I think it'd been there for a couple of days. After I'd splashed my face with water I felt a bit better, so I went and found my favourite black sweater to cheer me up. Now, most kids would take the day off if they were ill, but that's because they could sit on the couch and watch tv and have their mum bring them cups of chicken soup. Well, it's not so fun by yourself. I used to enjoy it when I was little, but now I think it's better to be in school. I grabbed my sketch pad and left the house, not trusting my stomach enough to have breakfast, and headed down the road. The air was kinda crisp, but not cold this morning, and after a few minutes it made me feel a lot better. Walking is the best cure for sickness any day. I went down Highfield road today, and sat outside the pet shop for a bit, as my legs were a bit wobbly. I saw a kid walk past with a bright red, gooey lollipop. She was about eight years old and dressed from head to toe in sickly pink, her ginger hair only adding to the effect. It should be made illegal in my eyes. I didn't have much time to spend at houses, and when I got to number 56 it wasn't that interesting. It must have been bingo the night before, because Mr and Mrs Davies were both sleeping soundly in twin armchairs. I drew a quick sketch of them, trying to capture the slight smile on his face, or the way their hands just touched, comfortable in their existence together. I got to school just on time, and took my place at the back of the class. The guys from the store yesterday were writing something rude about Mr Doherty on the board, something about the Irish and their performance in bed. I looked around briefly, and there was a guy in my class looking at me. He has scruffy clothes, and a cigarette was tucked behind one ear. It unnerved me a bit, so I looked away quickly. The lessons were really boring, but luckily nobody had noticed I was away. I wasn't really surprised – I've missed weeks before without anyone noticing. Iwent up to the art room again, and worked on a clay model, although my clay kept going dry. There was a boy in the room, and he passed me the bucket of water. I smiled at him to say thanks, but he'd already looked away. It's the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me. After school I went down to the lake again. It loked totally different to the day before, as the sky had a pinkish tinge to it, and it left reflections over the water. Somebody had tied a small boat on to it, and it was added to my pictures. I was really glad I'd packed an apple in my bag the day before, as it meant I could munch away on it at the same time as sketching. The time carried itself away, and so when I decided to go it was getting quite dark. I started the climb back through the trees to the road, when I heard laughing and jeering. A group of teenagers had made their way down from makeout point, probably with the intentions of skinnydipping, and had seen me. There were seven of them in all, three girls and four boys. One of the boys was trying to see how far his tongue would go down the nearest girls throat, and two of the girls were giggling together. One of the other boys lurched towards me, several bottles in his hands. I backed off, but found a tree behind me, stopping me. "Hey, it's the basketcase form school!" he slurred at me, lurching nearer. "Hey girlie, want some vodka? Come on, it'll make you cool". By now he was so close to me I could smell the stale mix of alcohol on his breath. I started to panic, and so I pushed him away from me and ran past up the hill. I could hear them all laughing, and his mates talking about his 'new girlfriend' but luckily nobody followed me. I ran all the way back home and locked the door on my room. Only then could I collapse, shaking on to my bed. I suddenly realised that my stomach was rumbling, and I hadn't had more than an apple all day, so I went downstairs. I'm naturally skinny, and so at one point I tried not eating to see if my mum would notice. She didn't, so now I always make sure the fridge is stocked up. When I came downstairs I noticed that my parents were home watching a television programme. "How wa your day Allison?" My mum called, and my heart leapt, but then I realised that she had already started talking to my dad, and answering would be pointless. I grabbed a couple of slices of bread and buttered them, Pouring sugar and cereal over them, I sat down at the table and ate it quickly. I left the plate in the sink, as washing up the plates is the one job my mother actually remembers to do. Today was tiring, so I sank into bed gratefully.