Reluctant Goodbyes

Summer break’s over.

I’m going back to that hell hole called boarding school.

I don’t wanna go. I don’t wanna!!!

Arghhhhhhh. Lord, please.

I’m not ready for the shared bathrooms. I’m not ready for roll calls at 5 a.m. I’m not ready for the school socks that itch like punishment. I’m not ready for the girls who moan in their sleep and the stupid-ass dining hall food and the way the matron looks