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Summer is over.
And it feels like s**t. That cold evening breeze, the light fading fast. But as a kid, the worst part was always the last week before we all went back to school after summer break. I could never appreciate that I still had a whole week left away from the place. For me, it always felt like one long, depressing Sunday, counting down the seconds before it was all over. Sunday was bath-night and dismal TV programmes. Nothing but crappy dramas and religion.
But things change. Sundays are great. TV is better, and bath-night is now shower night.
School just sucked arse.
Aimee said she loved school; that it never bothered her going back after summer. Not sure why. Maybe she just had more friends than me, was better at maths, kissed more teachers’ arses. Who knows?
I wish I
