1. The Last Day
Last day of school. Ever. Nervous? Heck no. Happy? Not too sure. Will I miss it? Parts yes, parts no. The bitches of St Harvey's I will definitely not. The gang of bitches they're called, they are like what you would expect to see in some stupid American film, they are so fake and skinny, but they are pretty, and all the guys just drool over them, ew.
Getting to school on the bus will be something I miss. My new sixth form is closer to my house, so I can ride a bike there. but there is something nice about a bus ride in the morning. You meet some facinating people. You can truly sit and people watch on a bus. In front of me is an old woman with about four shopping bags. She looks rather worn out, as though the small trip to the shops, even on a bus, has completely worn her out for the day. When the bus stops at mine and what looks like her stop, she stands slowly and with rather alot of effort, picks up her bags, which in a matter of seconds break. "Crap" I hear her mumble under her breath, as she rustily tries to bend down to reach them. "Let me," I say, and quickly jump up to pick up her items. "Thank you" she says, and hands me another sturdier bag to put all her shopping in. "You know, I could use help from someone just like you this summer, the weather really takes it out of me." She looks at me like a hawk, and I am scared to take me eyes off her. "Would you be intrested?"