Chapter 12
Friday afternoon was stinking hot to the point where we could have easily cooked eggs on the pavement. We were all dressed formally for our school graduation ceremony and our assembly hall wasn’t air conditioned. Some of the parents in the seating at the back were nodding off by the end of Mr Davis’s address. I couldn’t believe this was the last time we would have to sit through one of his speeches. Taylor cried as the ceremony ended, which set some of the other girls off as well, and I became heartily sick of them coming up to me for soggy hugs, congratulating me on making school dux and trying to make me promise I would f*******: them every day. It was a relief when someone suggested we all head down to the river for a swim before the after-party at the pub.
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