Short: One day in my life
It was the beginning of my summer break, and as always at this time of the year, I went to stay with my grandparents for a few weeks. Gone was the boring school, the mundane chores of everyday life, gone were the never-ending lectures of my parents. I was fifteen and a little too jaunty to start giving myself, or my life, a more serious thought.
As I was lying on my back, listening to the whines and whispers of the house, I heard feet tapping on the kitchen linoleum next door. Before I could brace myself, something big and hairy fell right next to me with an ear-popping “Gooood mooorniiiing”. The irritatingly cheerful face that stared at me belonged to none other than my beloved cousin who I knew ever since I could walk. Only a few months older than me, he was “the more responsible one” as my mom used to say. Still, I loved him like a brother and at that time, and on that very day, I couldn’t picture my summer without him.
“C’mon , let’s go! Grandma’s already off to the allotment!”
“Right…what time is it?” I asked still a bit sleepy.
”Eight fifteen…and guess what?! I finally found my knife!” He said with a mix of triumph and childish happiness.
I dragged myself from the makeshift bed into the bathroom. I splashed icy cold water on my face and as I was brushing my teeth, I saw him standing by the door, fully dressed and fixing knife to his belt. Still half asleep, I changed myself into my summer shorts, put on a shirt and a pair of ragged trainers. I locked the door and we emerged from the cool house onto a hot and busy street.
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