The autumn breeze carried with it the last remnants of the most boring summer of my life.
Classes were a day away. Routine and compliancy would rule my life once more. It wasn’t something I was looking forward to, nor was it something I wanted to run from. It was just life, as I knew it, and I had to accept it.
These were some of the thoughts I had when I met up with my childhood friends in front of our school.
We talked about the same things we usually did: video games, girls and the most recent music concerts we would attend. We all had one thing in common; the irrevocable urge to move to the city. The countryside sure was calm and peaceful but that wasn’t something we valued. We needed to discover new things, experience the rush of life. The city called to us. It promised everything we could possibly desire. We were fifteen and full of dreams.
Everything was always the same here. Even the new seating arrangement and homeroom teacher felt the same. It felt like the adults would create an artificial new environment for us, year after year. I knew for a fact that this would have continued until graduation.
The classes hadn’t even started yet and I could feel myself sinking into my chair. My elbows on the desk, my hands holding up my head. Would I live up to my reputation and fall asleep in class this year?
A strange excitement vibrated amongst all the students, even the teacher seemed more awake than usual.
I caught a few words, here and there.
Moved from the city.
Her name was Emily.
With a Y.
I could feel it; the autumn breeze carrying away with it the last remnants of my boring life.