Over the Easter Break

•We were all sitting in class,in exploratory class, and we were all eager for class to finish, because we all had two weeks off for Easter Break, as class was finishing there was not one person who didn't look at the clock that day throughout that last exploratory class. Finally the bell rang, we all shouted HAPPY EASTER to each other and ran out of the class like the Olympics 100 meter run. When I arrived at home I opened the front door of my house, threw my bag anywhere I could, took my shoes off, opened a coke and sat down on the couch to watch T.V. Although I was relaxing I was saying to myself, "What in the world am I going to do for two weeks?" even my football club at the UN that I go to every Saturday was stopped for the Easter Break, So I even asked my Mom, that question, and she replied by telling me that my sister was coming this Friday, and once again I questioned myself," Is that a good thing or not?" The days that were followed until Friday weren't that exciting, I played on my consoles I spent more quality time with my two dogs, and before I knew it, it was already Friday. We arrived at the airport on Friday afternoon, and because it was the first time she has lived in England, London, by herself she was telling us many facts and how exciting it was to work there, but she also mentioned how profound London is especially at night. By the time we came home it was nearly 5 o'clock and considering that she wasn't Jet-Lagged we decided to play a few board games, but not just any board game though Texas Hold'Em, up to now I've played it so many times its starting to be my 3rd superlative hobby, after consoles and football. We all spent the next few days in peace, we were all enjoying our selves and having a good time, on Monday it was a special day for me, not because my Moms best Women was coming over with her family but because we were eating Souvla, you have to understand that my dad cooks very rarely and by that I mean it could be about 12 days out of the 365 days of the year that he decides to cook, I probably cook more times a year than he does. That day I had lots of company with her two sons that I have known ever since I was 4 years old and possibly younger. All the nights that were followed until Easter Saturday we didn't even have to eat any food because we had snacks baked from my Grandmother called Flaounes and Tzoureki, and we were nibbling pieces off every few minutes. Every Easter my Grandpa makes the traditional Cypriot soup, (Which I could probably live off of) but he wasn't here this Easter so we weren't eating any soup, so I thought. It was an hour and a half before we were about to go to Church, and my dad walks in the kitchen with a big smile on his face possibly bigger than the jokers and he says, "Im making the traditional Cypriot soup tonight, we didn't know what to expect. We got to the church and waited to start the ceremony, when it began it was time to light our candles, but it was only aloud to be lit by the pope or someone around you who had his or hers lit by the pope of course, but unfortunately because my dad didn't know much about Cypriot traditions he pulled out a lighter to light the candle, when he pulled it out we gazed at him and turned away to act like we don't know him. Something about being in a big crowd or a traditional religion makes me very dizzy and incoherent, and when I blinked I found myself sitting down on the dinner table and even the soup was served in my bowl. I tried the soup and I have never eaten anything as awful in my life before besides tomatoes I tried to give him the best compliment I could, but the truth was, I was eating with my nose closed, most of the rice went to the dogs and the actual soup was sank into the soil of a plant next to me. The rest of the days past by so fast, it was the last weekend I had left before school started again, and my sister was leaving the day after, so we decided to go to one of our favorite restaurants called the Paragadi, which is opposote of the school.