One Apple A Day #78
“Joe, wake up. You’re late again!”
When my mum shouted, I was already awake. I’ve been awake all night hoping it was all a dream. And that, oh God, it’s weird. I mean, who doesn’t want to have super powers? I’m sure everyone, at least once, desired to be like a superhero. When I watched the x-men for the first time, I dreamt about having the healing factor and the adamantium claws for days.
I keep going back to the night before. Reviewing the whole scene in my head like it is a movie.
It’s a few minutes past eleven. I’m hanging out with the guys, Paul and Mino. We’ve been friends since I can remember. Mino and his family have been our neighbours since we moved here when I was one year hold. Mino is not his real name, but everyone calls him just Mino. Including his parents. They are from Bulgary and apparently their name I just impossible to pronounce here. I met Paul at school. He was sitting beside me for all the first year, and that was it. After ten years we still hang out together almost every day. And tonight isn’t different. Weather is great in London at the end of May so we love to spend our night outside. Talking and laughing on one of the benches in the little park behind the tube station. It’s quiet. During the week most of the people are already home at this time. The busy working ants of London. Paul brought some cigarettes. I don’t know how he manages to find them so easily. He is the smartest of us all.