As you read this blog, I must warn that you will find, honest thoughts, ambitions, and hopes from my mind.
Sundays are always so boring. The morning has a long long looong Chapel service, and then what? Nothing. Nada. Nilch. Nothing!
One friend was revising for her Maths exam tomorrow. I offered to help but no, she can only revise properly ‘by herself’ apparently. How lonely… By herself, of course means just her, work, and a load of Elvis Presley blasting through her headphones. I sadly noted her ‘Little Less Conversation’ attitude and bumbled off down the corridor.
My Spanish friend was in her room… Maybe she was bored and needing a friend like me… I opened the door and was hit by a tirade of Spanish, accompanied with energetic hand movements. Damn it, Skype, why?!
Next was my neigbouring friend – she and I had spent many an hour simply throwing balloons at each other – she would want me! I opened her door to an empty room – she was revising Maths and had fled to other Math enthusiasts around school…
I flew around the house, and arrived outside my friend’s room (the one with the suspected mouse, Muncher). I smiled, and entered the room of friendship, love and… Snoring gingers. Great.
I searched for the last inhabitant of the house in my year, determined to enjoy this day of rest. I eventually found her as she was leaving the house to do photography and buy food… *Sigh*.
I walked slowly to my room, defeated and alone. It appears everyone had plans – but me. I had no work to do, and done so much revision already… All I’d wanted was one day of fun, but no. I sat on my bed, searching my room for entertainment.
It was then I spotted the box. A simple, black box in the corner of my room. I thought back to TV programmes like Spongebob Squarepants, where a box held the key to fun and could serve hours of entertainment! I knew what I had to – I climbed into the box and sat, allowing my imagination to run wild. Was it a car, racing in the Formula 1? A spaceship, blasting through space? A pirate ship, searching for lost treasure?
It remained a box. My childish thoughts were long gone, and instead of adventures, I was just sat in a box, alone and bored. I whipped my phone out – the modern form of fun! I Facebooked, I Tweeted, I checked my Blog stats, I read 9Gag, I texted, I rang people, and I played Spider Solitaire. The TV programmes were right – sitting in a box can be so much fun! Sometimes, you just need a nice accompanient, like a phone… And so I say: God Bless My Phone Box.
Well, my dear readers, 458 views smashed past like a giant wrecking ball through a building! I am so happy and it’s all down to YOU! Thank you ALL so much! Much love to you all. Goodnight.