By Caroline Keller, Y12
I have two things on my mind: potatoes and how I’m going to get home.
Let’s rewind quickly. The night started off with a casual dinner at home and me preparing to go out. Nothing weird was meant to happen. When dinner finished, I went up to my room, got my stuff, and walked out the door to get the bus. My friends were texting me because they were already there and were worried about where I was. Once I walked into the unknown place, I saw my friends, got a drink, and we were ready to have a fun night out. We were so excited because these kinds of nights did not happen since the virus had had its outbreak again.
We danced the night away, met new friends and maybe drank a bit too much. I started feeling dizzy, and my stomach started feeling not so well. I knew this feeling all too well from previous experiences, and I knew that I had to find the bathroom ASAP. My friends had come with me to help me not get it all over the place and for moral support. Once that had happened, I went straight out onto the dancefloor with a mint in my mouth because I couldn’t stand the stench of my own breath.
Once people started getting tired and the sun was slowly rising, I suddenly realized that I had to go home soon. I could not find my friends in the crowd of people, so I simply left out the front door. I looked around for taxis, but there were none in sight. I then checked on my phone for bus times, and those too were out of order for some odd reason. I later found out that it was because of some protest that was going on. There’s a lot to protest about these days. Going back to the story, I realized I had no way to get home because I had an hour till my mother would wake up and no way to get home. I was hopeless.
So the only way I could get home was either a) walk home, b) bike home or c) try and hitchhike. The quickest of these three wasn’t the safest, but it was the fastest and, therefore, the best option. So I turned around, and I put my thumb up. With each minute that passed, I was getting more and more anxious about what my mother would say if she knew this whole situation. After almost 15 minutes, someone stopped; I hopped in and asked where they were going. Thankfully they were going the right way. So I sat back and took a deep breath looking out the window with the sun rising on the fields. The sky was like cotton candy being made, strands of pink, purple and orange clouds. There were potatoes in the car that gave off a wretched smell, and I knew that this ride would be at least 15 to 20 minutes.
Once I got out of the car, and nothing weird had happened, I only had two things on my mind: potatoes and how I was going to get home. I realized that the person had taken me much closer to my house than I had anticipated, so it was only a 15-minute walk, and I had 20 minutes to do so. I stopped and glared at the moon that was only just disappearing from sight. Even though this had been a stressful journey home, it was beautiful and almost euphoric (maybe that was because of what was in my system). So while I walked towards my house, I was just mindlessly thinking. Thinking about the most random stuff like what it would be like if Atlantis existed, if the government wouldn’t exist, if time wasn’t the notion we thought it was…
When I got to the front door of my home, I saw no lights on, so I knew I wasn’t going to be in trouble. I sneaked into my room and got a couple hours of sleep until my mom woke me up for our weekly family brunch on Sundays.
