Written on | September 3, 2010 | 1 Comment
It’s 7.01pm and I’m ringing Stuart’s doorbell and apologizing for being late. I didn’t mean to be late, you knew I was coming. I know he says. Of course he knows, it’s our routine. Every night we all meet at the pool at seven. Going out tonight? What’re we doing tonight? Pool at seven. Pool at seven.
So we link arms and walk up past school and along the main road, Vicki, Stacey and Rachel are sitting waiting on the fence already. I’m wearing my bright yellow coat and they can see me a mile off. Sometimes I pair it with my raspberry beret or Peru hat for maximum traffic stopping effect. Down the hill comes Alex, listening to his iPod. He takes one headphone out and gives it to me. We should do this for band, he says. I make a face. Alexbell and Eilidhbelle turn up next, Alexbell leading the way swinging Morris, her frog umbrella, and Eilidhbelle following behind lugging a huge bag over her shoulder. We wait, and wait. Did someone phone Callum? we ask. Someone did. Is he coming? I think so. We wait. I sit down on the fence. Vicki starts singing. Alex sings over her. Everyone tells Alex to shut up, and still we wait. Someone appears on the corner by the bus-stop. Is that Callum? Yes, I think it is. He gets closer. We debate. Does Callum have a jacket like that? And while we’re debating Callum arrives from the complete opposite direction and scares us all. Finally, let’s go.
Off to the supermarket through the nature reserve, cutting through the trees and emerging one by one out the other side onto the road. Through the shop picking up reduced price doughnuts and 39p cans of pink Rubicon drank with stolen straws, and on our way to the lane. Smoking cigarettes by the bridge, scaring cows, sitting in the road and jumping up when cars want past. Or down to the skatepark, rollerblading and eating crisps from Tesco bags. Cans of Kick and teeth and lips.
And when it gets dark it’s time to go home, but we’ll do it all again tomorrow. Pool at seven, guys?