I just want to go already! I just want to pack my bags, chuck them in the boot with everyone’s stuff, put the keys in the ignition and drive anywhere.
We’ll listen to CDs because it’ll be a crappy car, we’ll wind down the windows instead of using air conditioning, we’ll zoom along the highway playing guitar and blowing bubbles out the window and laughing about how amazing our lives are, now that school is over.
We’ll make a campfire and sit around it and sing cheesy pop songs, the type that you’re embarrassed, but secretly glad, that you know the chords and the words to.
We’ll swim in the clear green-blue water for hours and hours until our skin goes all pruney and we get sunburnt except for where we put zinc war stripes on our cheeks. (Best look ever of course.)
We’ll make elaborate sand castles on the beach, collect shells and pipis and seaweed because we’re still five.
We’ll stay up all night in the tent talking about everything until we’re delirious with exhaustion and happiness and sugar.
We’ll let ice cream drip down our arms and take sthuper indeh photographs of it with Jermione’s orange DSLR.
And all the little worries of year 12 will disappear with the strumming of guitar strings and the flash of a camera.
Love you like summertime.
x
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