Foxwoods
School was officially over for the summer and I was ready for the much anticipated, best holidays with my best friends. At newly 14, I was thrilled at the thought of no school for a whole six weeks, with copious amounts of lie-ins, spontaneous shopping trips to the capital on the train (as our mothers would hate to drop us off with the heavy traffic and minimal parking) and visits to the nail bar and tattoo shop—making the most of having our noses pierced to keep up with the trend and the longest, sparkliest acrylic nails, as we were off school and had no policies to follow concerning our appearance.