A Universe Trapped in a Labyrinth

This is my boring and interesting and teenager life spanning from age 15 to 18 (May 2015-August 2018)
Within you'll find many re-inventions of myself, boy trouble, school trouble and life trouble. (Plus interesting bits I thought I would include as well).
Do you dare to enter the maze?


51. Warm days in disguise.


Date: Saturday 4th July 2015 22:28

Entry: 55/?

Subject: Warm days in disguise.


Scorching. That is the one word to describe this day. The sun blazed down from a cloudless blue sky. Steam had risen up from the black tarred streets as the sun beat violently down, and the only solace was water to cool our feet but not our throats.

But the day hadn’t always been like this.

The day started at the crack of dawn; the crooked cackle of the seagulls outside dragging me unwillingly from unconsciousness. I all but ignored them and turned over, falling back into beckoning dreams. I was awoken again this time by rain, and I knew that today would be yet another of storms and rain and dreariness that would rain on my parade of a day. A day that was full of plans and things to do outside with my friends. I awoke fully to grey, overcast skies bursting with the threat of rain and a dense curtain of fog. I was still going to go out, but I dressed appropriately for dreary weather.

Once I got out, at about one o'clock the sun, decided to make an appearance and rain on my black parade (I say black because I was wearing black). I was sweating as I walked. The act of walking became torturous and it became all but a blessing when a river made an appearance. I was quick to jump into that to be sure.

I didn’t want to come out but then a pesky little horse fly decided to ruin my coolness. It would not stop hovering around my foot. When I got out of the water it decided to follow me and stick to my jeans. When I started running, it still demanded to follow. Friends of that fly also attacked my friends and it was a frenzy of wading through a thick, wavering heat that did everything to slow us down.

We decided to get out of the sunlight and go somewhere cool, somewhere where a fan would blow lush, cool air at us from all angles.

We didn’t get to stay long before the departure for home but it was worth it for the bunch of photos, and therefore memories, that were captured.

The walk home was something out of a horror film including a gory scene of torture. It was one of those moments when the perspiration beaded on your forehead and ran in rivulets down your face even while you were standing still. It was a day when even the best dressed dandy couldn't hide the massive sweat pits on his dress shirt, and you just knew his neck tie was driving him slowly insane. A glance down the street and everything looked surreal; people were turning fluid as they entered a heat wave one could only discern from a distance. You knew, had they bothered to look at you, your body would have seemed the same to them - all wavy and things of the like. Old men were walking slower, looking distressed, and you just waited for them to drop over and stick to the melting tar of the pavement. But the heat was so intense, so energy-sapping, who would have the energy to run and help them back up again? Trees, heavily laden with summer's full bloom of leaves, seemed to be hanging their heads, no breeze to disturb the sun's relentless, burning attack.

I can tell you that I was pleased when I arrived home to bask in a cool shower and ice cream to cool me down. 

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