Summer

Summer...what a let down. At my age I spend the whole of the school year looking forward to the summer holidays, making plans and dreaming of all the parties, all the beach trips and all the adventures. That's not quite how it works. Together with my friends I had planned beach trips, parties and even paint balling, but as always, it hasn't happened. We've met up a few times, gone shopping, been to one party and hung around at each others houses, but that just seems like every normal weekend. Plans get messed up because there's always someone on holiday, which leads me to my next topic... Holidays: Whenever I go on holiday I always get bored (since my brothers are now too old to come on holiday with us) and I'm desperate to talk to new people but if I don't have a friend with me, I definitely don't have the confidence to speak to people. This year it seemed a lot worse, there were few English people in my hotel except for a couple of families with sons my age, my mum and her boyfriend had already spoken to the two boys. I spotted them on my first day and could tell that they had met whilst at out hotel, I wanted to speak to them but didn't have the courage and for a few days I sat on my sunbed by the pool staring at them, hoping that they would come over, they often smiled but it seemed like a game of wills, neither me nor them wanted to be the first to speak to the other and after 4 days, one boy headed home and the other was left on his own. This was my chance. All day it was clear that we were both purposely walking past each other, desperate for the other one to start a conversation, he stood hidden away at the bar just to watch me play the bar games and I went to the beach just to watch him play volleyball, it was ridiculous but we were both just too shy. My mum was rather fed up by this point, knowing that I wouldn't speak to him (I was also irritating her as I was so bored) so decided that the next time he walked past she would start talking to him and the next thing I know we were at the bar and for the last couple of days of my holiday it seemed like I had known him forever. I spent hours laying on air beds in the pool chatting to him and mucking around with him and his sister's boyfriend. People will automatically assume that I liked him as "more than friends" but he just seemed like one of my mates and it was a comfort when I was away from home to have someone that I could relate to and easily talk to. The point of this story is that when on holiday, if you want to talk to people then do! You have nothing to lose, if it goes terribly wrong, you're unlikely to see those people again so you have nothing to worry about.

That's just the way it goes

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