The fluttery alarm sound, mum still asleep on the other side of the bed as I hazely reach over to get my clothes for the day, it's still dark out. I turn the lamp on, but set it to the lowest setting, and in the low light, I curl my eyelashes and think about if I look cool enough for seminary. Maybe Owen will sit with me, maybe I'll talk to Calvin, that's what goes through my mind. Mum stirs 5 minutes before we have to go, she trots off to the kitchen to make me a milo (a nz hot choccy type drink). I'll take one last look in the bathroom mirror to confirm that I look cute but still cool so that these polynesians won't oust me.
It was always a morning of hope, as if each day I'll come home with a new story to tell.
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