School starts on the third of next month.
I have to admit that I'm actually looking forward to it. Last years crop of fresh faces was the most irritating, worse than the year before and even worse than my year. You're not an Unlimited student if you haven't affronted the new kids simply for being new kids. This year the outlook is grim, girls with large posteriors and even larger egos will be gracing the stairwells and trying too hard to be something they are not - grown up.
It's hard to say whether or not I had a nice day. It started nice, I mooched around in a comfortable over sized grey tee-shirt that swallows me whole and was visited by my best friend, Alexandra. She only came for a moment to collect her things but she gave me a cigarette and after she left I sat on the back porch, absorbing the sun and filling my lungs with both the sweet air of summer and the poison from my cigarette. I didn't expect to see Alex again but after I had gone back inside and settled in my favourite chair she came to the door, holding French fries. I dressed and we went to town.
This is where it started to go wrong. I was in pain from the moment we got on the bus and it got steadily worse. I asked Alex to take me to the food court because I started to feel sick, she got me a glass of water from a cafe and was told by a woman that I looked 'several shades of white'. The woman was right, I saw myself in a reflection - paper white, face shiny with cold sweat.
I started to feel a tingling in the tips of my fingers. It spread all through me, getting more intense until it was like my blood was vibrating. Not just in my fingers but in my toes and my arms and legs and even my tongue and face. I was stiff like a corpse, too. Alex tried to bend my fingers but they stuck straight out.
Alex talked to my dad on the phone for me and he came and picked me up. I was carried out of the food court by him and taken to hospital.
Other than that, my day was nice. I'm glad I have Alex, I don't know what would have happened if I didn't have her.
photo credit - bruno maric
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