Unrequited Love

A holiday to France turns out to be the best holiday ever for Lilly Matthews, aged fifteen. She thinks she has found the perfect guy but is it only unrequited love? -The most lonely kind of love ever, when you love someone and they don't love you back.


2. Summer Holiday


"BEEP BEEP!" My alarm clock sounded at 4:30am on the 13th August 2012. Initially I was ecstatic about time off school but this summer holiday hadn't lived up to expectations. Every year you expect your summer holiday to be the best you've ever had but every year you're disappointed.


Finally, it was the morning, of the first day of our holiday and finally I was going to have some sun to soak up. I’d almost forgotten what Maisie, Luke and Connor looked like because I hadn’t seen them for so long. Every summer we went to the villa in France with Maisie, Luke and Connor’s families. The parents would talk and drink wine and the four of us would have adventures in the villa’s gardens.


I rolled out of bed and pulled myself up, then I grabbed my towel and headed for the bathroom. I couldn’t concentrate on my shower because I was so excited to see the others again and because I couldn’t stop yawning. After my shower I got dressed, did my hair and make-up and had my breakfast.


I shoved two pieces of white bread in the toaster and got out a plate then I danced over to the fridge where I got out the orange juice and the apricot jam. I poured the juice slowly into the glass and finally the toaster sprung up. I grabbed the toast, smothered it with the jam and took it to the table to eat.


We eventually set off in the car, to the Euro Tunnel. When we arrived we drove our car onto the train and the doors slammed shut. I opened the car door, almost knocking over an elderly lady,

“Sorry,” I said swiftly.

“That’s fine, darling,” the lady said with a kind tone, “What’s your name?”

“Lilly,” I replied, “I am so sorry for hitting you with the car door.”

“Seriously, don’t worry about it, I’m not that old and frail yet!” she said in a cheeky tone, “And my name’s Betty.”

“Betty is such a beautiful name,” I said.

“Thank you! Where about are you staying in France?”

“Beynac in the Dodogne area. We’re staying in a villa there,” I replied.

“My niece, Sophia, has a villa in Beynac!”

“Wow! That’s the villa we’re staying in- what a coincidence!”

“Yes, I’m visiting her in her other home in Paris though,” Betty said.

“Well, give her our best wishes but I’ve got to be going now,” I said the regret biting at my throat.

“Well then, I’ll tell Sophia that I met you.”

“Thank you. Good bye then,” I said.

“Good bye, Lilly!” Betty said as she strolled off down the train.


After half an hour of being underground I was delighted when the sun suddenly flooded into the car. I looked out of the train window and finally knew that I was in France.





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