My Journey

I wake up, something is different. It takes me awhile to pin-point what it is but when I do I realise it’s raining outside. I get up and stretch to the sound of water gently trickling out of the drain beside my window. It is relaxing, it makes me want to go back to sleep but sadly I cannot I am on a tight schedule. I look around my room, everything is grey and blurry I haven’t got my contacts in yet. I slowly make my way to the bathroom crashing into door-nobs along the way. It is in there I experience my first colours. I steadily put my contacts in feeling the soft edges blanket my iris. I blink and a world of colour is refocused in front of me. I wash my face, realising I should of put my contacts in later as I get soap in my eye. I drowsily make my way back to my room. I put my uniform on deciding whether to grab a jumper or not. I do anyway realising its better to be safe than sorry. I grab my already packed bag and drag myself into the kitchen to make coffee. It tastes bitter, sweet, strong, just how I like it. I feel energised and ready after my first cup. I say goodbye to the supervisor and make my way downstairs. The door is on green, yes, I made it in time. I open the door to the sweet smell of rain. It is dripping from the roof and from the leaves as I make my way across Boarder’s Quad. I enter the day school. I look around me, I see a peppy blonde girl talking to her friends. I cross paths with a sullen girl listening to her iPod trying to drown out her thoughts. I walk past a small girl reading under the balcony, she looks up at me with sad eyes. I run into my friends, they have new gossip, new news. I listen patiently with wide eyes and a wider smile. Waiting to tell my own stories my own jokes, but I run out of time as the bell rings. I run up the stairs two at a time so I am not late for form, entering my room just as my name is called out for the roll. I sit down in my chair and school begins.