I like trains

On Monday morning I woke up knowing that this was the last day and that I needed to go downstairs as my Mother was calling me.

We went up the fell and I threw what was left of Roger poopy’s ball for the final times. I feel sorry for him being stuck with mums rubbish throws.

This is it.

As I got a change of trousers I looked around my room for the last time I will in 6 weeks.

We had a rush to ASDA where we would grab a tuck refill as we were there we discussed how the worst thing to wake up and have to put on is a shirt that says ‘I am here to help’.

Then we rushed to the train station which is where the fun began.

I waved my mother as I was sped away by fate and a train.

This was very worrying as I had almost never gone on a trip this long and gone so far on my own. Just a thirteen-year-old boy having to go so far and have the stress of going in between trains

The first train was slow and just got slower as we went on. My instructions were to get off at Edinburgh so when the conductor said that we were there and I got off. I went up with a lift and saw that there were only 8 platforms. I was told to go onto the platform 19. When I asked where platform 19 was the man said I was at the wrong station.

Now, readers, I have never had so much adrenaline going through my body at that moment.  I was stressed and in distress from saying goodbye from home and my family. so when I got halfway down the stairs I just knew the train had already set off.

I called my Mother sobbing. ‘I have gotten off of at the wrong station!’ I was told to keep calm. During this, the people around saw me, a thirteen-year-old boy sobbing in the middle of the train stairs on the phone. So  I had some nice kind people helping me to catch a train that was going to be the same one that was coming out of the other Edinburgh the real one.

I found that this was a very stupid naming system as If I were in charge of naming stations I would say the first one would be called Edinburgh Edge while the other is called Edinburgh main.

after getting a seat on the train I then was allowed to chill.

I  then pulled out my computer and checked up with my friends from Aysgarth. They all seemed to be having better days than me. which is understandable.

I managed to get off and have a smooth transaction to another train. During which I spotted some boys who were a few years older than me. I wondered if they were also from Gordonstoun.

This was the final train which would lead me to a taxi that would take me to a Dominos pizza place. I was starving as I was living off of train snacks which consisted of a cookie some orange juice and other small things.

The exit of this smooth final train was interesting. I so happened to miss an elevator that would lead me to the top of a bridge to get over the rails.

So as I was waiting for the lift the boys that were mentioned earlier followed behind me. when they caught up to me they asked ‘Are you from Gordonstoun?’

This was so relieving to know that I had someone to be with. I explained what house I was in and that I was in fact from Gordonstoun.

We hopped into my taxi. I got my pizza and was ready to go to the house and flop in bed.

One problem.

We had packed up as there was some construction thingy going on in the house. therefor My bed was stripped. my stuff was all in bags and had to be unpacked and It all needed to be done. I was told that there would be assistance. The assistance that came half an hour later was just helping me get my bed ready as that was the main thing because of the housemaster could quite clearly see that I was in desperate need of sleep.

When my bed was ready It was time to go to bed.

I slept in a mess of bags and half-unpacked stuff and all kinds of clothes and boots and general stuff.

The following day I was told to forget about the mess and go to school.

The school day was normal apart from when I came back to having to clean up. until like an angle from the sky Matron came and assisted with my packing and folding of clothes and boots. which was then when I thought my life was in full tranquillity until.

I remembered I had a new bike wich which needed being put together. I wondered around the house until I found someone who was great with bikes and he helped me put it together. He then said he could not do the brakes. so I had to call my father and as there was not enough signal for face time he had to give me verbal instructions on how to put together my front brakes.

After so It was finally and really was finally my home again.

This is Oliver signing out