one moment

one moment

The government is a joke, a big fat joke. Who in their right mind puts children, kids like me under such immense stress and pressure for thirteen years of their lives? Not to mention all the high expectations they have for each and every single one of us, to all have the ability to sit down for six hours and listen to fifty year old has-beens and then go home and spend another six hours trying to teach ourselves what the has-beens could not. In other words they expect us to be robots that have no social life and have no time to themselves. Thank God they never denied us our mid year holidays cause that was the only thing I hung onto during the year, spending a week down the coast with my adorable, one of a kind boyfriend and finally having a bit of me time.
This year appeared to be no different than the year before, my boyfriend Blake had once again offered to drive me down to his parents’ holiday house where we were going to spend a week just relaxing and chilling out before we head back home to do our pointless holiday homework. Like the year before we set off on that Friday afternoon, straight after school had finished for the term. We took the same roads we had used before and had only stopped once to put in fuel. Everything seemed perfect like the first time we ventured down together, that was until God or whoever he or she is upstairs decided to drop bucket loads of water down on us in the form of rain. At the time it didn’t seem like such a big deal, Blake had been on his P’s for near on a year now and he had driven in the rain before, however this unpredictable force of nature proved to be the kryptonite of our wonderful holiday and saw the most devastating and haunting event of my life happen right before my eyes. It was the day in which Blake’s driving skills had been slaughtered and the day in which his Toyota corolla ran off the road and straight into the big lone gum tree.
For the following couple of weeks I was in hospital away from school...