Outside there is a blue spring sky. The
concrete
barrier framing the highway
whooshes past, occasionally lowering to
reveal a poor scraggy gum tree; a lone sur-
vivor, like me. There's nothing interesting
to see, but it still beats conversation.
I have nothing to say about my mother
and the last thing I feel like doing is
talking.
Being fifteen is supposed to be hard. But
I wish my problems were nothing more
than homework, pimples, bad hair days
and boys.
My mum died last week and I'm moving
to the country to live with my aunt and
uncle, who I hardly know. I'm also starting
at a new school in three days, in the middle
of the last term. It's a nightmare and I can't
wake up.
Yay! 🤗
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