As we walked along the boardwalk, On the last day of summer break my legs grew numb
as I realized how witless I have been wishing and hoping that things would get
better. While My mind cultivated colder and deeper thoughts Jessica Sneer interrupted my focus and began jumping and screaming "look at that ride! We should go on" Veronica Dowry started shrieking as well, signing to Jessica that her idea was a good one. Me wanting to participate I decided to copy their movements as we all scurried towards the line. Once arriving at the front we motioned to the roller coaster conductor that there were four of us in a group. He shook his head and put up three fingers. Jessica sneer, Rebbeca Watts, and Veronica Dowry looked back at me facetiously. Suddenly Jessica tossed me her purse and ran towards the ride. Without notice, the other two girls copied her and hopped in the two seats next to Jessica.
There I stood with three matching purses around my arm awaiting the group at the exit.
My mind went back to cultivating deep thoughts as I watched the girls having fun on the ride without me. Then interrupted again by Jessica's mock sympathy "sorry you couldn't join us, they should add more seats to those things". "It's ok," I said with a happy imitation "should we go
choose another ride?" I requested timidly "no, no it's cool I gotta go figure out my schedule for tomorrow anyway, Rebecca, Veronica you coming?" "yeah!"
as I watched them leave with the sunset in front of them the feeling of abandonment and loneliness had kicked in once again that night. The cool breeze hisses at me whilst I shiver, It is truly the last day of summer. Although I'm alone I feel that I should enjoy the last carnival of The year before a mundane year of school begins. Electrifying orange and yellow lights captivate my mind along the dock with an array of games and food trucks. Little kids are seen winning prizes and eating cotton candy making their tongues blue and pink whilst teenagers make out inside the out-of-use photo booths along the pier. By this time the sun has gone down and the once electrifying lit-up shops are now being locked up for the night moms and dads start to leave with their crying children being trailed behind them. Teenagers start to leave as their one-night stands are finished for the night. While I am left alone once again. First by my friends, and now summer break.
The walk back home is strenuous but calming since I am accompanied by smooth jazz emerging from my earbuds. The despairing reminder of school the next morning is
apparent when I walk by the school sign which has a big banner hanging from the side.
saying: "welcome back students". I arrive home just as the street lights come on and
are welcomed by my mom who is busy in the kitchen "so! I was right today is a
waxing gibbous moon which means you are doing laundry tonight" mom shouts with
pride "well it helps that you saw the moon yesterday which guaranteed your answer
today" I reply with exasperation "well you still bet me kiddo, a deal is a deal"
" How was the carnival?" she asks while chopping carrots for soup "it was good,
it's always nice to see teenagers making out'' I say with a smirk, she sighs and
seizes cutting carrots '' did you have fun with your friends?"
I sigh even louder and reply with zest "did I ever! It was the most fun I've had in
years!" she chuckles " alright, alright sit yourself down for dinner and say grace"
the table is nicely set with silverware, sophisticated black plates, and cups to match. Dad arrives home from work with a phone to his ear. He kisses me on the forehead whilst yelling at his secretary on the phone "I told you we should have done that two Mondays ago!" he shouted as if he wasn't loud enough. "Harold!" mom yelled, and gave him the look most popularly described as the death stare, but I like to call it the no phones at the table or you'll be sleeping on the couch stare. He hangs up and sits himself down next to me "so you excited for school?" he says with a big smile "please don't bring it up, dad!" "What are those friends of yours, Veronica, Hanukkah…" "I'd rather not talk about them either" "I believe it's Jessica dear," mom says as she places pasta on the table, then sits down in front of dad and me. While I began scooping the penne from the cheesiest side of the bowl my mind went back to thinking. I didn't want to go to school. Deeper and deeper my mind went conjuring up disparaging thoughts. And for a moment while pouring water into my glass I could see a tall dark figure standing behind my mother. A faceless being. I stared closer into its abyss of a face and became almost entranced "SAM!" mom yelled, "pay attention!" Suddenly I felt cold water on my hands and lap. "Sorry" "It will dry," dad said as he gazed at the puddle of water on my plate. "May I be excused?" I asked "but you haven't eaten" mom answered before almost choking on a piece of lettuce. "I had food at the carnival" I stood up and walked over to the sink to wash off my plate. While grabbing a sponge from the bottom cabinet a pack of Rose Bud matches caught my eye. I slipped the pack into my sleeve and continued to run water over the plate. Upon entering my room I locked the door and cracked my window a bit. A sense of relief flowed through my body as I pressed the head of the
match against the striker on the matchbox. The balmy flame sat still on the tip of the wood while slightly bending in the wind. I gazed at it for a few seconds before flicking it in a plastic water bottle half-filled with water from a few nights before. This tranquilizing habit started when I was six years old. sitting at the barbershop waiting for my father to finish getting his haircut when a drunken man sat next to me.
My father was too carried away with talking to his football-loving buddies that he couldn't see what was going on. The man handed me two matches and instructed me to light his cigar. Being too naive to pass up the opportunity I did it without fail. The man laughed as he puffed smoke in my face and handed me a full box of matches with "Rosebuds" written in big red letters on the box. I placed them in my back pocket giving him a thumbs up that they were hidden. "Take care little one," he said joyfully as I sat there watching him leave. Luckily for me, my father was a huge smoker as well. boxes could be found all over the house although I had never noticed them before, I started to notice them more and more the moment I got home that day. Between the ages of seven & ten, I learned how to make shapes with them and stacked books underneath windows to let the smoke out. I had never gotten caught which made it a lot more fun. A secret that kept me sane for years. This deep-rooted nostalgia brings me joy every time I strike a match. After lighting twelve sticks my mind was calm once again. A light smell of smoke lingered on my way to the bathroom. Seconds later I began to walk over to the toilet hunched over, pressing my middle and pointer finger together shoving both down my throat I started to choke, gag, and soon retch. Day three. After doing so I flushed the toilet and rinsed my hands. Being alone gives you an awful lot of time to think, thinking is my worst enemy. The seconds before one finally falls to sleep their mind races them off to dreamland. while my mind races me off to insanity. That's why I watch reality TV so heavily, Before finally falling asleep. With my laptop at a
ninety-degree angle and my fingers racing to find the best episode to watch I have to turn on music before my mind gets to thinking too much. Once finally pressing the episode I close my music tab and focus in on the show. My parents loathed the fact that I stayed up watching TV. which is why I always made sure to bury my computer under multiple blankets just in case they came in unannounced.