That summer was the beginning. It was when I began. Began to listen, to see, to feel. To love. Music, clothes, people, whatever took my fancy. All intensified by the heat, the giddy escapism that came with the end of school, the freedom between the beginnings of July and September, three months that stretched ahead without end. Things usually end with an ending, but really it is the beginning of a new thing that is the ending of the previous. However, I rush ahead.
I sat, unseeing, on my bed, staring with blank eyes out of the window. Absentmindedly biting at my nails, wondering when my life would start, whether someone would appear this summer to take me away from the mundane village existence that I lived.
"Daisy?" Mum's voice came from the kitchen; her uncanny knack for being heard anywhere in the house was one that I didn't share. "Could you go and check that the chickens have enough water? Your brother was meant to do it, but he's disappeared on his bike."
Great. Feeding the chickens. It pretty much summed up the previous eighteen years and four months or so of my conscious life. Knowing my luck, it would undoubtedly be the soundtrack, along with the generic tinny pop that blasted from the radio, to my so called "Summer of Fun". Sighing, I blinked, and the cloud of woe lifted from my eyes. I looked out at the garden, slightly overgrown and glorious in it promiscuity. The flowers sprawled in the sun, bursting with colour, beauty, confidence. Traits I wished I had. God, I was so weird! No wonder it was unlikely I would be invited to anyone's mansion/yacht/villa, delete as appropriate. I was, quite simply, too odd.
I stomped downstairs, mourning the loss of any previous hopes for myself. Some unknown power had obviously preordained my summer to be that of a proper country bumpkin; I might as well mow the lawn, or do some weeding, once I'd seen to the chickens.
"Thanks, Dais, you're a real help. Unlike your useless brother!" She pulled me into a hug, and at that moment I resented her. For thinking that this was what I wanted, a quiet life in a Cotswolds village where I had no friends and was miles from anywhere of significance. For thinking I was still a child.
"So, now that you've left school, are you still going to wear your "uniform"?" she teased, thwarting my effort at a paltry escape. Another annoyance: just because I wore the same clothes as everyone else in my year didn't mean I was trying to fit in; I just liked the clothes. Was it that hard to understand?
I headed out with a grunt. Childish but necessary.
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