Sweltering heats fill the room, a hot sticky breeze drifts by my face. Broom Broom Broom its the posties bike coming to a halt beside our old white mailbox. He adds a few letters in the mailbox and speeds off to the next house. Racing outside in anticipation, my heart suddenly sinks discovering its only a Telstra bill. I hate when the phone bill arrives, mum always gives me a big lecture about all my calls. I knew there was going to be trouble, remembering about all my international calls to my penfriend Sofie in Sweden.
Anyway the reason for all this excitement is that a letter from Sofie should be arriving soon, we have been saving for an international holiday together for years. Finally we have a nice sum of money in the bank and our trip looks like it is actually going to happen, So far we have both agreed on visiting the USA. Me and Sofie have been penfriends for years and years and openly write to each other on a regular basis, Sofie is 17 years old. It is the first week of the school holidays and being rather bored at home I decide to go to a friends house.
Arriving home 6.30, Mum was still yelling about the phone bill, wearily entering the door waiting for the impact. '$170 dollars worth of international calls' Mum bellowed at me. I will pay for them out of my trip money I reapplied in a disappointed tone. 'Trip, trip when is this stupid TRIP going to be over with' Mum yelled at me, Soon very soon I reapplied convincingly.
A week went past each day I eagerly checked the mailbox, only to discover bills and letter from companies trying to sell us a continuous stream of junk.