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| By Superbox | ||||||||
| 13 August 2007 | ||||||||
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I've been going on holidays abroad for the past few years,I have also been hurt by different people,so I decided to put two and two together and make four and a half. I walked along the commercial street, and all I could feel was envy. Envy for the people who could afford the luxuries in life like fine food and sate of the art modern technology. Then there was me, me, walking along the spotless pavement in my dust stained trousers, my wonkey wire spectacles and trainers that were rendered beyond repair. Unlike all those happy shoppers I couldn't get the good things in life. Everywhere I looked I could see people of alll age, colour and creed flaunting their money with the upmost sense of arrogancy. It was like a competition to see who had the most spending skill, but I didn't have any at all. I'm Roy Blakely, a student from Norwich, and unlike other students who had rich families to support them I was alone. I came from a rough background, my Dad was a drugs dealer and my Mum abused me when I was little, but I'm still here, still alone with no/one to talk to. At university I was known as Weasel, something that can get through very tight gaps buy doesn't always come out unhurt. I was Roy, the one who couldn't afford a lemonade in the student bar, Roy the one who lived off Asda Smartprice baked beans. Roy, nothing special,just Roy. Refusing to let my jealously thwart me, I continued strolling along the street, and I thought to myself, what would other people who I met think of me? Would I create a half decent impression of myself? I knew the answers, people would just follow the stereotypes and guess for themselves without bothering to hear me out, story of my life that is. I had nearly reached the bus terminus,and I called upon the monster of my back pocket to pull some small change from the abyss of my wallet,it was good that bus fares were cheap in my area.I didn't get that much time to myself these days, so I decided to have a gander at the nearest shop in sight, which was a travel store. I often fantasised about the goods in shop windows, knowing that I would never be able to cross the glass barrier to retrieve my dream piece, and today was no exception. THINK AGAIN. There were many billboards advertising the best holiday deals, but the one that caught my eye was more than just a billboard. I read the sign aloud under my breathe. "Malta,All Inclusive,699 pounds,14 nights." My heart filled up. I had had a rough childhood but Malta was the one decent memory I had left, o.k. so my Dad nerly pushed my mother over the balcony, but Malta was the closest I had come to a normal life. I shook my head and pinched myself, I had just woken up from a dream that would never come true. I had a gap year coming up but if I paid for a holiday my wallet would be out for the count. "No!" I didn't want to give up, but I had no choice, my gap year plans were quite clear, but those plans would make it some gap year,some gap year in which I could easily spend that 699 pounds on kebabs and ready meals. Oh well,at least I had the university prize giving to look forward to, a prize giving. I'm not normally a thinker, but when I ran the idea through my head, my brain made a strong emphasis on the prize part of the deal.
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