Chapter 15
You know what’s the s**t part about high school, especially your final year? The expectation. If you’re not knee deep in work at this point, you’re not doing it right. If you haven’t started applying for university, you’re f****d. If you don’t have a date for matric dance, you’re a loser. And if you haven’t got a crush on the hottest dead girl in the school, you definitely not anything right.
And it’s my crush on this adorable ghost who haunts my bed that forced me to go looking for some skivvy-grade 8 girl during my ditch a class session. I get maths, so why should I go? It made no sense to put myself through such torture.
“And you’re sure about this?” I asked one last time before we took a corner into the corridors. Thankfully the junior teachers didn’t fuss me about cla
