That half of the term passed far too slowly. It dragged on and on; a day felt like a week. But then, after five log, boring, banal weeks the half term came. I left my packing until the very last minute, although I had been buying thing to take for weeks; camping stuff, food, even- amazingly -some clothes to take, although Molly had picked most of it.

"Are you sure? It looks awfully...mature." I had said, pulling at the woolly blue scarf.

"It looks great! It really suits you. Keep it, please. I'll even buy it if I have to."

I bought it, and it and I were inseparable ever since. I kept it on rather that packing it.
I struggled to close my small suitcase, because of all the clothes, sweets and books I had packed. Yes, I was taking books with me on a residential school trip- I had to have something to do. I would soon realize that I wouldn't need them, but at the time I thought I would.

I could hardly contain my excitement the night before we left- neither could John. We both wouldn't shut up about it. Greg- surprise surprise -had packed about ten bags of fudge, twenty sausage rolls, and more food that filled his suitcase to bursting. Molly had been sensible and packed a minimum amount of food and only things she would actually need. We stayed up in the common room until three in the morning and eventually fell asleep down there. John woke up at six and got us all up; we had to get up early anyway. I had a quick shower, quicker than usual because of my excitement, and dressed. I wore denim tapered jeans, a white t-shirt, my black duffle coat and, of course, my blue scarf. Molly was right- it did suit me.

I met the others in the common room and we walked to the coach that would take us to Percy Woods. Molly looked beautiful, as always, wearing her classic skinny jeans and a blazer-type jacket over a loose floral shirt. Her hair was in a plait and her face was fairly devoid of makeup- as I liked it. Greg and John teased us about being together, but in a friendly way.
We put our suitcases in the back of the coach and got in. I sat next to Molly, with John and Greg opposite us. We hugged basically the whole way there, and I wanted to kiss her, but not with so many people watching.
Us four were going to share a tent. The teachers were surprisingly nice about letting boys and girls mix like that, but they liked us for 'saving Fryatt'; that had a lot to do with it, I think.
Molly and I fell asleep after an hour, still hugging. John shook me awake for the second time that day.

"Wake up, mate, we're here!" he said, grinning. I grinned back, and woke Molly up. We practically ran out of the bus and grabbed our suitcases, heading towards the camp.
The camp it's self was a clearing in the middle of the forest. It had toilets and barbecues, and that was about it. There was a shop within walking distance that sold food if we needed it. When we wanted to eat we had to wait for the teachers to come, who would light the barbecues or camp fires and supervise us as we cooked, then go back to their camp and do whatever they did- drink, I expected. For the first day Molly, John, Greg and I lived on s'mores. The teachers let us- as I said, we saved Fryatt, in their eyes.

"These are delicious!" I said after practically every toasted marshmallow entered my mouth.

"I can't believe you've never had s'mores before." said Greg.

"Never been camping, never had a barbecue."

"What?!"

"Well, you've met my parents." I said, cramming yet another s'more into my mouth. I gorged myself on marshmallows, which was pretty odd of me, seeing as I barely ate otherwise. I ate even more when John had the genius idea of melting chocolate to dip the marshmallows in. Between the four of us, mainly Greg and I, we finished three packets in the first night. It was the happiest I had ever been.