Friday's here. Phew. Better yet, Friday just ended. Double-phew. I pick up my backpack and sling it over my shoulder. Fuck, this is heavy. Maybe I should try using my locker. Wait, where is my locker? Pfft, who cares, I'll work it out at some point.
On the one hand, I'm looking forward to having a weekend - not that my first week of school was so tiring or anything, but I need my R&R, dammit. On the other hand, I had a metric fuckton of homework to do. Yeah, I know. Kills the mood a bit, dunnit?
I arrive home and see Mum busily packing stuff.
"Mum, what's going on?"
She looks up at me, "Seeing as your father is starting his new job on Monday, we figured we should have have one last weekend away as a family."
"Where are we going?" I ask. This might not be so bad.
"Camping."
"Say no more, Mum." I hurry into my room and shuck off my backpack. Edna enters a monent later. She's not looking impressed.
"Camping? Is she fucking serious?"
I nod slowly in responce.
Mum makes us start packing stuff. Edna and I immediately go to pack the iPad, but then Mum says there'll be no gadgets or other such bits of technology with us. We groan. She leaves to pick up Jenny from school, and we slowly get to work. First thing I pack is homework, of course.
Edna looks at me and then facepalms suddenly, "Holy fucking shit, I've got fucking revision. And homework. Oh, fuck."
I crack a smile, "Thought you were gonna get off lightly?"
Edna shakes her head slowly, then empties her backpack onto the floor. She picks the books she needs and packs them haphazardly. I straighten them out (I'm a perfectionist like that).
***
The campsite is, like, three hours' drive from our flat and in the middle of fucking nowhere. We pull up and Dad starts barking orders at us, like he's some drill sergeant or whatever. Jenny eats it all up, as much as Jenny can eat it all up. Again, she's not really that aware of her surroundings. To be frank, I envy her sometimes, I really do. She's carefree, utterly carefree, and utterly innocent. She doesn't even do much - put it this way: she's standing around in the dirt walking in circles. Like, WTF. That's just weird. Then again, she, unlike us sorry shits, doesn't have to worry about pitching a motherfucking stupid stupid bloody useless shitty tent!
"Don't you just love being surrounded by nature?" Mum asks us. She could not have asked a worse question. At all.
I won't tell you my reply (just to keep it interesting), but I will tell you Mum's reply to my reply. That fair? You'll probably figure out what I said easily enough, and if you didn't, well, you'd be none the wiser. Here goes: "WHAT?! Off to your room - oh wait ..."
Yup. Off to my room, huh? Could you give me a lift?
"OK, new punishment ... play with Jenny for one hour."
Oh shit.
