Chapter 18
When you start matric, no one tells you how exhausting school really is. And I’m not just saying that because I’ve been hung out with a Dead Girl for the past few months. I’m saying that because whenever I walked in the corridor people parted like the Red Sea. And I wouldn’t have been okay with it, had it not felt so weird. Side note kids: Killing your own father – even when forced to do so – isn’t cool. It doesn’t get you into the High School Hall Of Fame, it makes you the school freak show.
During exam time the eyes staring at me had lessened considerably. I could just pitch up, write my exam and go home. Interaction with people was minimal, eye contact rarely ever happened and all I wanted to do was see Blu. It was moronic to think that after she’d missed the entire term
