A single purpose

I’ve gone over the plan, chosen what to wear, replayed the moment in my head. The air feels different now, charged with something I can’t quite name. As I step outside, there’s only one thought: it’s finally time. I’ve been waiting for this. Summer hums with anticipation, a season thick with the promise of adventure, laughter, and moments that etch themselves into memory. Winter’s icy grip is now just a distant echo, and the weight of school has lifted, if only briefly.

I do a final check: my Marithé and François Girbaud jeans, ice-pink Ralph Lauren polo with the pale blue logo, and black loafers, my chosen armour for the day. I slide into the driver’s seat and ease onto the still-sleepy roads.