Sex. SEX. SEX! Why did everyone assume I was going to Ibizia for sex? Hadn't it occurred to anyone I wanted to go clubbing? It's the island with some of the world's finest clubs. It was pretty obvious why I was going there. I planned to shake my thang, not someone else's. But I was having trouble convincing my dad.
I can't blame him; I was having trouble with both of my parents. I had been for a while. My dad kept making comments about where Gary and I were going to be sleeping. I wasn't going to lie, but I wasn't going to tell him either. It was none of his business what I did in my bedroom. If you're over sixteen (and I was seventeen), they can back off, can't they? And Mum? Well, she was something else. She'd been on my case all the way through my exams. I HAD to do well. I HAD to go to university. She'd gone back to studying on and off when we were kids and I was the one who'd paid for it. It was her dream, not mine. Dad came home from work and I had managed to get Mum away from her chemistry books long enough to tell them I wanted to get away for two weeks. Mum was like, why? So I could have a laugh? Why else? Mum went on about how she'd like to have a nice holiday, like I was the one who was stopping her. It was not my problem. I told her if she wanted to go on holiday, she should go. She said she just wanted a break; she didn't really need to go on holiday. I knew what that meant. Ellie sorts out Lisa and Lee. Ellie does the garage lunch run. Ellie probably washes it as well. I wasn't going to have it this time. No way. And they were going back on our deal.
When I'd first talked to them about it, they said, 'Let's see how you do in your exams'. I wasn't stupid. I knew it was their plan to see if I would forget about it. Dad had said he would see what the money pot was like, but that didn't matter. I'd worked. I'd saved up MY MONEY and what about the exams? They were over. There were only the results to wait for, and I couldn't change them, could I? I had kept my side of the bargain. They had no right to try to stop me. It didn't matter how I'd done at school, they were in a breach of a verbal contract.
I went and booked the holiday anyway; I paid for it there and then. I told Mum and Dad what I'd done. I was going and they couldn't stop me. Dad got all stressed out and said, maybe I'd have no home to come back to, if that was my attitude. I knew he was bluffing. They said they weren't sure about me going away with Gary. That made me laugh. Mum used to tell me she was married at my age. And if my parents were so perfect then I could behave like them, couldn't I? If they were cemented together at my age then Gary and I could go away for a pigging fortnight.
It was all a stupid game anyway. I knew the real reason why they were giving me grief. Mum had loads of coursework to finish off that summer and she didn't want to be stuck with all the housework. Dan could do what he liked, when he liked, but I couldn't and that was that. They didn't want the mug to get away.
It was no wonder I wanted to get out of there. Maybe things would have been different if we hadn't rowed about that holiday so much. Maybe things would have been different if Dan and I had been treated the same. It's too late now to worry about whose fault it was.
Anyway, Dad told me I was too young to go on holiday without him and Mum. I told him I was going. He told me I was too young to go on holiday without him and Mum. I told him I was going. He told me I wasn't. Mum said, maybe next year. I slammed the door on them and went to my room. I didn't cry or anything. I wrote a list.
Get revoltingly brown.
Dance dirty ?
Get boobs brown.
Have FUN with Gary
Water-ski and go on one of those doughnut things on the back of a speedboat.
Play pool (very well)....