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TODAY I WANT TO WRITE ABOUT A STRANGE THING THAT HAPPENED.
NOTHING ABOUT ALAIN DE BOTTON, MS HILLER?
‘FINISH THIS SENTENCE,’ YOU SAID. ‘LIFE’S TOO SHORT NOT TO . . .’
I KNOW WE HAVE A TOPIC TODAY . . .
LAST NIGHT, I DECIDED TO TRY TO SPEND SOME TIME WITH SOPH.
IT’S FRIDAY, MS H, AND I’M SLIGHTLY STRESSED.
I’M HOME NOW. I’M NOT IN CLASS. BUT I NEED TO TALK. I’M NERVOUS, MS HILLER.
MY FAVOURITE FLOWER IS THE PANSY
AT HOME, I WENT STRAIGHT UP TO FERGUS’S ROOM AND KNOCKED ON HIS DOOR.
IT’S MY SECOND DAY OF FRIENDLESSNESS, MS HILLER.
THE MOST INTERESTING PERSON IN CLASS TODAY
I DON’T FEEL LIKE WRITING REAL STUFF TODAY, MS H.
I TRIED TO TALK TO CHELSEA-GRACE TODAY.
I’M SORRY, I KNOW I’M MEANT TO BE WRITING ABOUT HAPPY MEMORIES.
FRED AND I WERE SITTING UNDERNEATH THE CIDER GUM.
LAST NIGHT I WENT OUT WITH THE BURNIE STEAMPUNK SOCIETY.
IF I COULD SAY A SINGLE THING TO ANY PERSON OF MY CHOOSING, WHAT WOULD IT BE?
WHAT A WEEKEND I HAD, MS HILLER.
ON THE MONDAY, CLEO LED ME TO THE GROUP’S NEW LUNCH SPOT, IN THE QUAD.
SOMETHING I’M WORRIED ABOUT RIGHT NOW
LAST NIGHT I WENT TO FISH FRENZY AGAIN WITH SOME OF THE STEAMPUNKERS.