Dragged to my knees

The next week goes by in a flurry of classes and tests. I don't mind either one of them though; it only means we're closer to a much deserved break.

By Friday, I'm so excited I can almost feel the adrenaline pulsing through my veins. So much so that just before lunch, I had written another one of my stupid poems. Zoning out of what my last period teacher is saying, I pull the crumpled piece of paper out of my left pocket and look at it again, half smiling to myself.

"I saw white stars;

Tied up in glass jars.

I saw wallabies;

All trapped in galaxies.

I trod straight paths filled up with great spikes,

And rode large dikes creased up with old planks.

I drove red trucks chocked up with hoses,

And grew gardens strangled with roses.

I took sea weed and sewed them in nice knots,

Then went silly and put them in dark cots.

I ate ceviche and danced on for I was gay,

And had servants bring in a lovely jay.

But then I awoke for 'twas all just a dream.

Still, in delight, I made myself some cream."

"Traveler's dream." I pen beautifully at the top, deciding the title would have to do for now. I would most likely tear it up and trash it by tomorrow anyway.

Just as the thought leaves my mind, the bell goes to signal the end of school and it's all I can do to stop myself from leaping out of my chair like a toddler on a sugar rush.

I spot mum's car immediately after saying goodbye to my friends and hanging out with Alex for a while. I greet her when I get in the car and buckle my seatbelt.

"You and Alex aren't fighting, are you?" she asks out of the blue.

"Uh, no" I reply skeptically. "Why would you think that?"

"Well, he hasn't come over in a while and I haven't heard you say anything about heading to his place." She elaborates. "I just thought I should ask since the mid-term break is beginning and you haven't uttered a single word on your usual mini vacation with his family."

At the words "mini vacation" the excitement that has been building up all week sky rockets to a sudden high. "Did they say anything to you yet?"

The Roberts have taken me with them for a little vacation for mid-term breaks once a year since Alex and I became best friends. It feels like I'm part of their family but they never actually tell us where they're taking us until it's almost inevitable.

"Well-"she begins but I cut to her off.

"Tell me." I push.

"My goodness, aren't you the dramatic little girl?" She laughs, taunting me.

I roll my eyes at her comment while she continues. "You know I can't say anything anyways. Patience is the key."

"Well thanks for the help." I mutter, crossing my arms and pretending to be offended even though I'm not even affected by it.

"Always welcome." She chuckles, just as she pulls the car into our driveway.

Bounding upstairs, I barge into my room, dump my bag carelessly on my bed and head to my closet where I pull out a small suitcase.