Wishing For a Thursday in England

Today has been a typical thursday.

I woke up earlier than anyone else in my house wishing my iPod still worked,

lied there alone on my small bed looking towards the ceiling. Thinking. Wishing I could go back to my old dreams, the ones that didnt include him.

I stood up, took the usual shower and drank the usual morning chocolate sitting on the usual chair looking out the window to see the same view of every week day. Wishing it was another view, maybe the one I could see everyday out my window last summer in England.

During the same car ride every morning when my parents discuss how they plan to spend their day in their jobs and talk of the latest news and my brothers fight over something that seems completely pointless to me but means the world to them. I stare out the car window, wishing it was the same view of one of those lovely dawns in those long train trips to Chester or York.

I listen to my dad's iPod trying to block my mind from everything around me..." Im into you and girl no one else would do" ...It works for a while until I feel someone touching my shoulder. It's time for the morning prayer.

I get off at school, meet Paola in the bathroom and Celina has never been so hyper. I smile nostalgically ,thinking how much I'll miss them when we can't do the same every morning.

Math is just Ok. French is never fun anymore. English, we try to read Othello but Mrs Moragues thinks talking about ANYTHING else but reading the book is interesting. And then finally, the subject I wait for all week : Music.

No other class is over as quickly as this. Its Jazz time now. I love the feeling of being free and dancing all the thoughts I'm trying to block off my mind away. I move freely and try to give my best, for this is one of my favourite parts of my whole week if not THE favourite.

It's time to go back home now and face my homeworks and the not talking to anyone in my room, only left alone with my thoughts and an old stereo playing " Amsterdam" ...

I'll wait for my nightly call from the only person I never get tired of talking to. The one who's there at every single hour of the day through his calls, even if he's far away. This is my favourite part of every night. :)

I'll fall asleep after trying to do my Geo homework and listen to Coldplay through my sleeping hours and hopefully dream of that place that makes me happy...