As drunk as I am, Kerry is drunker. Worse still, we forgot to take torches with us, so we’ve just had to make the journey back in the dark.
Luckily, as we have walked through the front door, we’ve realised that someone has left two torches for us.
‘Wooo,’ Kerry says, up-lighting her face as she makes ghostly noises.
‘Shh,’ I tell her, laughing uncontrollably. ‘Don’t wake anyone up.’
‘I won’t, I won’t,’ she replies as we make our way towards the study. ‘Unless you want me to go fuck Bea-atch up?’
‘Maybe in the morning,’ I laugh.
The second we step foot in the study, Kerry flings herself down onto the bed and falls immediately asleep. I wish I could do the same, but I’m so annoyed. Curtis and his buddies were all so nice to me this evening. We drank, we danced, we shared stories and we discussed our problems. No one expected anything from anyone, and everyone had so much fun. See, it’s not hard, is it? So why is it, since I came here, everyone has been so horrible to me?
I run my hands through my silky smooth lob and sigh, so grateful to have my usual hair-do back.
Maybe it’s because I’m a bit drunk, but my legs are so restless they feel like they’re buzzing. There’s no way I can get into bed like this, but unless I go sit on the loo, where else can I go?
Plonking myself down in Oscar’s desk chair, I open my laptop. It’s frustrating, to see it spring to life, with a power cable and an internet cable poking out of the sides, but neither working while the power is still off. Still, my trusty laptop still has charge, so I could write my article. The one Kath told me to write. The one all about the Wright family – well, I do have a lot to say.
The program we use for writing articles is still open, but without an internet connection it’s essentially useless. However, with nothing better to do, and an abundance of stress to get rid of, I decide to write the article. I’m not writing it to submit it, I’m just writing it to get these feelings out of me and onto the screen. In my head everything feels all muddled and messy but, maybe if I see it on the screen, I can make sense of it.
‘First comes love, then comes family,’ I say to myself, as I type my opening sentence.