NOT YET FINISHED

The church bells hollowed out the night with their bellowing, I glanced at the clock 6:00 exactly.
I don't know why I check every time I hear them I suppose it's just strange for me, I'm so used to the city the chorusing thrumming, city.

This sleepy little ole town off the coast of Australia is practically an old folks home, it's so quiet you can hear the ocean in the distance it's a different sort of beat slower, more peaceful.

Or mind numbingly horrific if your me, sixteen, all dressed down in my converse shoes and jeans on a Friday night, with no where to go.

Sighing I lay my heavy head down to stare at the bland ceiling, I itch within my own boredom tossing this way, that way between the boxes and the light bulb there is nothing here that I'm used too even my own possessions seem foreign in this coffin sized room.

I have done nothing but hustled about the house all day today, annoying my parents, they told me to go down to the beach a run way of sand stretching on forever mist envelopes the end shrouding the headland in a ghostly way, every time I think about it, I can't seem to bring myself to go down and walk along the beach even though I'm so bored stiff I could practically go for a good marathon of homework.

It seems to be eternally sunny here, though I just can't seem to bring my feet to go there something feels wrong about it sort of forlorn and empty.

No one else seems to go either, the only kids I've seen around this joint are blonde haired and tanned the typical Australian stereotype running around on their skateboards and BMX bikes like monkeys escaped from the zoo.

Rubbing the smooth skin of my forehead my green eyes and pale skin seemed to sear all the sudden qualities I had once found homely and comforting into self consciousness, I can't fit in with barbies.

My long over bearing spangly legs that didn't worry about the cake I ate or the packet of chips I downed for breakfast seemed to come back to me all at once. I am over thinking again.

So groaning melodramatically I forced my self out of bed to spend my Friday night with my eyes glued to the dancing television screen to distract myself until it was time to sleep, yet still I did not eat any thing for dinner.

And the coming 'new school' experience that was grudgingly aproaching this Monday made my very bones weary in between speculations of whether the microwave should go on the bench or in the cupboard I decided I would escape to the beach tommorow no matter what my gut feeling said, I needed some air.

Plus excersise, I'd been shut up in this hole for the whole holidays and none of my friends had called, and plus, it's just a beach, I kept telling myself whats the worst that could happen? its sand.

I began imagining the whole beach made of quicksand, shuddered and decided not to think about it until I actually got there.
I'd made my choice I sternly thought as my mother placed the microwave on the bench, now I'd go no matter what.



The bed is so warm I think this time right here is wonderfull with the city carouselling wildly outside, the dense air slowly caressing slumbering light that breaks gingerly through my window, it's nice.

The realisation that I wasn't in the city anymore came when I hit my face against the box that teetered next to my bed, placed precariously on the desk with a good enough attitude that had come back to haunt me, my parents had left I could tell because the only sound was the ocean just over a high rise hill and down near the boon docks.

Shitty start to the day, shitty morning I glumly thought shuffling about white knuckled gripping my cup of coffee for dear life weak kneed with a glum mood I sat on the porch and slowly rubbed claires head, my lovely dog I oohd and ahhd over her, the spoiled thing, she lolled her big golden retriever eyes at me contentedly as I stared at the mangled backyard, 'it's a fixer uper!' my mum had cried with glee.

Yeh right, it's a dump I thought to myself cynically petting the bump on my head as Claire abandoned me for a small shard of sun peeping around in the corner.